I am old.
It is final.
If you don't believe me, ask my sister.
She informed me of this a couple of weeks ago when the words "I am watching Dancing With The Stars" came out of my mouth.
Of course, I tried to reason with my young sis....I tried to explain my predicament.
You see, normally, I am not a "Dancing With The Stars" viewer. No Siree. In fact, our family doesn't watch much tv. Period.
I have one, ok two nights, that I watch TV. Tuesday and Wednesday. If I am not home, the DVR is set to record. American Idol is my weakness and I am not ashamed to admit it.
"Hi. I am Kim and I am an American Idol addict."
Anyway, considering that my sis is too cool for American Idol, I was already teetering on the edge. But..."Dancing with the Stars".....that pushed me over.
Again, I tried to convince her that it was only because of Ty Murray competing on this show, that it had found a place on our tv screen in our living room. I mean, even Steven glances up now and again. And that is more attention than he gives almost anything on t.v.
There is something about watching someone (Ty) who is completely stiff and awkward (cowboy syndrome) try to pretend to dance. It is like a wreck. You HAVE to look.
So....I decided to embrace this old-ness and bring my kids down with me.
They have now included themselves as part of Dancing's viewing audience. AND, they even dance with the stars...right there in the living room floor. Oh...except of course, they ARE the stars.
Some nights it is more rehearsal and some nights, it is the real deal.
But I am telling you....folks, you can't even pay for this type of quality entertainment.
I'm just sayin'.