Lazy trumps crazy

I've been slacking, I know.

Guilty pleasures. We all have them. Whether you secretly rock out in your underwear to 80's rock bands or collect and name china dolls, you have something you do in your private time that you're not excited to admit to your friends. My GP goes by the name of Wife Swap. The ABC 'reality' show takes two diametric families and flip-flops the matriarch. For example, an uber-strict martial artist mother would be swapped with another family's belch-contest-winning mommy dearest. It's ridiculous, really. There are always tears and tantrums, and inevitably an 'I-didn't-sign-up-for-this'...which makes me wonder what they thought they were signing up for. Have they never watched the show? Come on.

Maybe it wouldn't make for entertaining television, I don't know, but I've never seen an episode where a single mother swapped with another family. Hey ABC, I want to know...who is my antagonist? I'm envisioning a large breasted blonde with heavy blue eyeshadow and long, hot pink acrylic fingernails. She would say things like 'that's hot' and read Star magazine for entertainment. She wouldn't cook, clean, work, check homework, do homework, wash laundry, discipline, teach, chauffeur, or entertain.

I'm neurotic today because...
...to my future fellow Wife Swap contestant I say, the joke's on you.

Wait a minute. Dealing with a grown man-child or doing it all myself?
I'll stick with what works. Nevermind, Wife Swap.