Help me - my Sunday is ruined.

Every damn TV in the house, living room, daughter's room, my bedroom, is locked on the "Bret Michels: Rock of Love" bullshit. I don't know if I'm envious at a guy who can make a bundle while dining on a smorgasbord of women or just disgusted that this shit sells.

Or maybe it's because the Red Sox-Yanks game is on and the local sports bar is the only alternative in a house full of women who have to have their own space. That sucks.

 

You can't have them consolidate in one room?

 

It'll rerun later tonight so I'm recording it then, so that's an option maybe no one thought of! I mean seriously I couldn't let it take the place of Desperate Housewives

 

Go to the bar.

 

I dunno... when Tits N'Tats started talking about Bret in the last half hour to talk about herself (surprise) and she said "I wuv him" Ms. Slappy woke the dog up laughing and I thought Elmer Fudd has a dweam giwl

 

You need to reclaim your home. Tell those women to get back in the kitchen and cook you some bacon and eggs. AHHHH!!!!! (/cedric maxwell)

 

Proving there's a sports connection to just about everything, she's Oscar De La Hoya's niece.

 

One was doing their homework in silence.

One was talking to her boyfriend on the phone and I really don't want to listen to that.

The wife had my bedroom door locked to keep all the kids out.

SHow's over, and I have the living room. And a beer.

 

For a second I thought maybe Hillary found a penny or something.

 

You have daughters? I weep.

 

You have kids? God bless them beyond your ability, which isn't much.

 

So I'm flipping one night, and I see this Michaels character (I don't know him or his old band's music) saying he rejected one girl because he didn't think she was ready for his world of "jaded hurt."

Huh?