So we’re sitting here, Frank on the comfy chair and me on the couch. We were watching Saturday Night Live and at the end of the show, Frank and I had two entirely different experiences:
Boy, it would be so awesome to go to the wrap party for Saturday Night Live. I hear they are epic! SNL starts at 10:30 central, so 11:30 east coast. Runs about 90 minutes, so done at 1 a.m. Probably takes 30 minutes to finish up and get to a wrap party. Hmmm. Yeah, the party probably goes until 4 a.m., so then they’re driving home at like 5 a.m., watching the sun rise. Wow, and the day before, when they got up, they probably thought, “This is going to be a long day.” And after the wrap party, they probably think, “Wow, I just finished taping SNL.” What a crazy life. How cool would that be?
but then Frank looks over and sees his dear wife.
Ugh. I hate when the weather gets cold. My skin gets so dry and flakey. Ew. Oh, what is that on my shirt? What is that? (lifting up part of my shirt) Hmmm. Is that some of my flakey skin? That is just gross.
I look up to see Frank staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
Frank, still staring at me, smiles. “Nothing.”
So much for the glamorous life, huh?