My friend Courtney just did a really fun post on her Schiskablog called Please Don't Laugh At Me. Courtney confesses that, please don't laugh, she is a closet NASCAR enthusiast and has taken to spending her Saturday nights watching old episodes of Star Trek. She has kept this hidden from her friends for fear of being ridiculed. And rightfully so.
It is time, folks, to open up and share the real us. Courtney accused anyone who didn't share their own P.D.L.A.M. secrets of being sissies. Although I feel I have done my share of publicly exposing my embarrassing activities, traits and tendencies, I will not be called a sissy. So here's mine.
Please don't laugh at me, but after Jackson was born I went through a phase of watching Days of Our Lives. Maternity leave and post-partum hormones drove me to it. My favorite characters from when I watched in high school were suddenly back on the show and I couldn't help myself. When I passed the point of not being able to blame the conviction on feelings of exhaustion or baby blues, I stopped watching. But I tuned in on the day my favorite characters, Austin and Carrie, finally told Sami off for the last time, got married, and rode off into the sunset together on a motorcycle. And it was glorious.
Alright, share if you dare. I promise I won't laugh.