Okay, I’ve been meaning to talk about this since I caught a clip of it on The Best Week Ever (which is one of my favorite ways to end my work week, can I just say?): Fox’s A Moment of Truth.. WTF?!

Granted, I did not see the show in its entirety.  I merely caught a clip that put a marriage and a career into question.  You know, in the first ten minutes of the show. 

Example of a question they asked Mr. Married Man as he was strapped to a lie detector: “Have you put off having children because you’re not convinced that Wifey will be your life partner?”  OHMYGOD.  Cue everyone within earshot sweating for the poor guy.

(Of course, “the poor guy” volunteered to be on this show.  Dur.)

And in case you’re wondering, the guy said “yes”.  And it was confirmed he was telling the truth.  Ole Wifey obviously didn’t know what hit her.  Which was heartbreaking.

It’s like a car wreck.  You can’t stop staring.  You’re watching a life crumble — CRUMBLE, I SAY — and yet you get really upset when a commercial break comes on.  WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICA?

Don’t look at me.  I might watch it, but I didn’t come up with the idea.

Ooh, and the other doozie of a question they asked?  Mr. Married Man is also a physical trainer.  The question was: “Have you ever touched a female client more than was necessary?”

Not wanting to look like a TOTAL goober on national tv (and later on the GameShow Network), he said no.  Which a loud and pleasantly smug voice announced on loudspeaker that “That answer was FALSE.”  Dayum.  Seriously.

So now the guy has NOT ONLY lost any chance at winning any money on this show, but has put his career and marriage into jeopardy as well.  It’s like volunteering to walk into Dateline’s “To Catch a Predator”.  Willingly.

Without the promise of cookies.

So my baby’s been sick.

I’m one of those people who, in times of crisis, prefer to remain stoic and unemotional.  Ask our labor and delivery nurse, who kept urging me to scream or grunt or do something, because my silence was freaking her out.  And I know, logically, in my head, that going nuts and becoming highly emotional doesn’t fix anything.  It just ups the anxious ante.

However, I’ve learned that when my baby is sick, all of the logic and rationale that I know and love fly out the freakin’ window.  I seem to think that my child will not fully recover unless I’m in his presence.  Like I have some sixth Spidey Sense that will cure the child.

In other news, thanks to Moxie for this article, thanks to Zoot for the new design (ain’t it fancy?), and thanks to my in-laws for forcing me to take a nap this weekend.  Turns out I needed the sleep.