Champagne and Socks

I have a confession to make. I have gotten addicted to the Real Housewives of NYC. I have inhaled three seasons since Friday. I’m buying Bethenny’s book. I’m about to watch Bethenny’s Getting Married, I got this real bad. (C doesn’t mind – there’s no having to share the TV right now!)

I’ve learned some very very interesting things about social behaviour. Maybe I’ll write about it some time.

But I wanted to say, that last night, I knew that C really loved me because whilst we were cleaning the kitchen, he let me tell him all about everyone on the show, who was friends with who, who was fighting with who and what I thought about the whole thing, why I didn’t really think Kelly was crazy etc.

That’s love.