We certainly wouldn't want more than a week or two to go by without The One usurping the airwaves, costing the networks beau coup money, and making some of us miss our favorite programs.
Hubby just inquired if I was actually going to watch tonight. The answer was a less than happy yes. The problem though is this - since July 25th is my 19 anniversary in A.A., I'll have to watch this without a martini (three anchovy stuffed olives, please).
No congratulations ahead of the actual date. Tonight's presser may send me spiraling down into the welcome fog of alcohol again.