OK, I'll admit it

I had this whole post worked out in my mind about how I was (dare I say it?........) kind of over Lost (I know! For shame!).

There. I said it.

The mental post went something like this:

"It was fantastic when my SIL lived in Hawaii and would report back on seeing the cast around the island and about random scenes being filmed. Then they killed off Charlie and I did not like that. Then they got all January - May on us and by the time the next season starts, I'd forgotten what happens. Also, I'm easily confused. This doesn't mean I don't love the show and think it's totally brilliant and awesome, but, it does mean that I might not be as OCD about it as I once was. (I say this now. Let's talk next week. I may be creating a Lost Patch, a la Nicoderm)."

Annnnd, after last night, I'm fairly certain that I will being the patent process on my Lost Patch today.

I'm addicted yet again. (stupid show!)

PS.

While I'm admitting things, I might as well tell you that a few years ago I swiped a rubber duckie that is wearing a tiara from my kid sister. It sits on my sink and I hide it whenever my family comes to visit. I feel terrible, but, it's a totally fitting rubber duckie and I love it. She hasn't ever asked about it. I'm the worst big sister ever (even though I bought her Heelies last year, a friggin expensive a** art set the year before, and multiple seasons of Full House plus a Nintendo DS this year)!

Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to un-tarnish the tiara and figure out a way to solve world peace, hunger and adopt all the orphans. All before lunch.