*You’ll have to excuse my brevity, I type with one hand these days (I‘m handicapped. I don’t write with one hand just for fun. I didn’t give up my right hand for Lent or anything).*
So. Its happened. I admit it. I’m not ashamed. (OK. I totally am, but I’m trusting you not to laugh.) (Which proves I trust the wrong douche-biscuits.) (Post for another day.)
Anyway. It DID happen. And it happens quite often, actually. “It”?
Well, the “It” that is SO TOTALLY NO BIG DEAL is that I often realize I’m watching a kids’ show.
The “It” that is SO TOTALLY A BIG FREAKIN’ DEAL is that oftentimes there are no kids around.
And the “It” that is SO TOTALLY SUCH A BIG FREAKIN’ DEAL THAT IT EATS YOUR BRAIN? I. LIKE. THEM. A lot.
photo courtesy of diarynecromancer.blogspot.com
I’ve found myself torn between Zack and Cody more often than I care to admit. And I couldn’t even tell you how many times Spongebob has toyed with my emotions. SIGH. Oh, Carly – I wish I could quit you!
This is my fatal flaw, I suppose. My Achilles Heel. (And sadly, not a totally hot and sweaty Brad Pitt Achilles. More like a Gordan Mitchell Achilles.)

Hi, my name is Anissa, and I am a watcher of children’s television programs.
And not just because I’m too lazy to dig up the remote and change the channel. I sometimes actually enjoy the simple humor, the uncomplicated plot lines. The L-I-T-E-N-E-S-S of it all. It’s… soothing.
Yes. Go right ahead and judge me. I will stand proudly and say to all who can hear: “I AM A FAN OF PHINEAS AND FERB!”
image courtesy of Disney Channel
…And then I will duck, and blame it on my kids.






