I can’t decide if I should laugh or be disturbed that I thought to myself, in all seriousness, “I better hurry and get my coffee before Tony Danza comes on.”
And I totally meant it, too. Hey, there’s no shame in my game, I like the show. I do. It’s lame, it’s Tony freakin’ Danza, but you know… it’s not that bad. I like that he cooks a lot and he seems like a nice enough cat. God, I can’t believe I watch the Tony Danza Show. Next I’ll be getting the early bird special.
I’ve also taken to watching The View and Martha. These I watch strictly because they’re on. Ok, I admit, I like to see the cooking/crafty parts on Martha (even though she strikes me as cold; she’s not the warmest of hosts) and while I can’t stand Star Jones, I watch The View because I love it when Barbara Walters makes a fool of herself. I also don’t like that blonde girl from Survivor that’s on there now. She’s cute, but she’s SO holier-than-thou. I sort of enjoy yelling at her to shut up when she gets like that. Guilty pleasures, I suppose.
Then there’s nothing between 11 and 3, so I just put on VH1 Classics in the background while I work. Then it’s Tyra, Oprah and then Countdown with Keith Olbermann when mike gets home (we watch that together).
Mostly, I watch TV while I work now because I miss Kathy. 
Normally, I work only with music, but these days the TV keeps me company since I don’t have Mama Sphinx throwing Yahoo Audibles at me every 30 seconds. It’s just not a workday without hearing, ”Seriously. Are you even trying?”
