I started to write a serious post inspired by this SOLC morning's reminder. Then I started watching Dallas.
When I was a kid, the original version was a favorite of the next door neighbor's teenager daughter, our frequent babysitter.
She'd let us stay up late and watch the overly-dramatic, over-dressed rich people lie, cheat, and scheme. All of their behavior was nothing like the suburban Catholic life we actually lived.
My life now is similarly boring, and the show's content is equally as scandalous. My husband rolls his eyes every time I tune into the show. But the crazy drama captures my attention and gives my mind a break. Enough characters have returned that watching seems a bit nostalgic. So I'll continue to indulge, and probably not admit to many people where I can be found at 9:00 on Monday night.