I've resigned myself to the fact that, in life, there comes a time when HGTV becomes phenomenally entertaining.
Entertaining to the point where you're always watching it.
For me, that time has come.
Can I explain it? Not really...Kirsten's obsession with the channel doesn't help, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that I get sucked into the shows myself.
It looks like my machismo has finally checked out.
Now, where did I put that feather boa?
