Oh, the things you see on TV

My husband regularly gets on my case for some of my choices in television viewing. Desperate Housewives, for example is definitely one of my guilty pleasures. Every one of the characters is morally bankrupt, but I confess that Lynette and her husband Tom remind me of my marrage in many unfortunate ways. Don't get me wrong, my husband isn't viewed as the sensitive type by anyone and he would be the first person called in if an undesirable were in need of intimidating, but we each contribute something different to our children, filling in the gaps that the other can't, and we present a unified front to our children, even if we don't always agree on the best parenting strategy for the moment.

But I digress, this message isn't about Desperate Housewives. It is about the fact that he will never tease me for watching it again. You see, he was just watching a show on the G4 channel. Never heard of it? Me neither, at least not until tonight. But I won't forget it. See, a man was just painting portraits for a living. Unremarkable, you might think, but that's only because you didn't see what we saw. You see, he didn't use a brush, or a sponge, or even his fingers. He used his third leg. Creative and evidently entertaining judging by the rapt expressions on his subjects' faces. Personally, I think I'd rather use a camera - it comes out much clearer and it's a lot more sanitary.