Wait, how many men?

Two and A Half, that's how men-y.

So, when you no longer have cable, and you are a serious tv lover, things get a bit freaky. For a while, I just stopped watching tv much. Basic cable sort of sucks, so I went back to my other love, reading. But, at some, point, when you read 4 books a week, no matter how often your coworker brings you books, no matter how often you go to Half Priced Books, no matter if you are willing to read TWO Nicholas Sparks books in a week for God sakes, (TWO!) you run out of books and you have to go back to tv.

My tv is special, and by that I mean it sucks. Channels never come in. Like one or two channels at a time. There is nothing to chose from. And that's how it started between me and Two and A Half Men. Like I had no other alternative. Which is probably how it started between Charlie Sheen and many of the women in his life. But I'll tell you this. That show can sometimes be very funny. Much funnier than I ever thought it could be. I think it has something to do with their willingness to use bad language, which tickles me. A little recap of tonight's episode: it featured the line, "Leverage is a fickle bitch, my friend;" Annie Potts; and Annie Potts saying, "we're talking about my vagina here!" All in all, I was entertained. It was better than Nicholas Sparks any day.