VH1 is Rotting My Brain

Last night, my husband informed me that our daughter had gotten hold of my glasses and bent the frame.

Me: "Do you think you can fix it?"

Him: "I fixed it, but I want you to try them on to see if they need more work."

So, I'm in the bathroom getting ready for bed, and I'm already in a time crunch because... well... "I Love Money 2" is coming on, and I just can't miss a second of that. Seriously. I don't know why I find these shows enjoyable, but I do. Don't judge me.

Anyway, I put the glasses on and everything is blurry. Oh, I'm thinking, these are my husband's glasses. He gave me the wrong ones.

Me: "These aren't mine."

You: "Well... whose are they then? Is someone sneaking in and leaving their things behind?" He says this in a joking way to me.

I take off the glasses and look at him. He's wearing his glasses. How did I not notice that before? Wait... how am I seeing him so clearly... hmm....

Me: "Um... I forgot. I'm still wearing my contacts... that's why everything is so blurry. (sigh) These are my glasses."

Well, my husband found that entire scene to be highly entertaining. I fully expect to be teased mercilessly about it until the day I die.

I guess it's further proof that these kinds of shows I watch are actually rotting my brain. Let that be a lesson to you, too.

(And, yes I still watched "I Love Money 2". I mean, the damage is already done, right?)