The son is sprawled out on MY bed, watching tv and getting Cheese-Nips crumbs on the sheets.
The husband is sprawled out on the den couch, watching 30 second snip-its of every channel between 2 and 423, because he suffers from remote-control A.D.D.
I reorganized 4 kitchen cabinets, folded laundry, read 5 chapters in my latest book, and am now hoping for somebody interesting to show up on my Facebook chat box.
I'm sorry the rest of you are not experiencing the same uber-excitement that is Tuesday Night.
Then again, maybe you are.