Soap Opera Dead
I have a confession people, of the many flaws in my character, one of the more nasty and hard to break is that I am a dyed in the wool “All My Children” addict. It began years ago when I was in High School so in my formative years the foundation for years of dependency was well established. Over the Christmas holidays my DH had from Christmas Eve through yesterday off. Today was his first day back after the New Year. Throughout his time at home he would from time to time catch a few moments of my daily fix. “I thought he was dead!” says my DH. I shake my head in shame and gently repeat to him the rules. I say in my most loving tone "Now Honey you know that there are two different definitions of dead. There is real life dead and Soap Opera Dead.” Now over the course of our 26 years of marriage I have explained this concept to him countless times, yet he fails to grasp the shear genius of the distinction. I patiently explain the concept to him yet again. “No...