Today, a glimpse into a Ten’s glamorous weekend:
I spent last Saturday night on the couch watching a marathon of “48 Hours Mystery” and eating graham crackers with vanilla frosting (from a can) spread on them as a delicious, shameful dessert.


And I wasn’t alone. No one told me marriage would involve inviting someone else into your shameber!
Hey, at least you both enjoyed the frosting and 48 Hours Mystery! Around my house, it’s shame-ber hell as I am forced to endure my husband’s unhealthy obsession with NCIS.
