Striking resemblance...

As a general rule, I don't watch television. I regard it as the great sucker of lifeblood and creative thought. It's just a barrage of images flashed at you at such a mind-numbing speed that you have no time to think--you just absorb all the rubbish that is flung toward your face by your screen.

That said, I love Desperate Housewives. I tune in, so that I may successfully tune out for one hour a week. Of course, it gives me terrible nightmares, like the one that my husband is cheating (this one I had last night). I even went so far as to take one of those puerile internet quizzes to determine "which character I would be." For anyone remotely interested, I'm Bree. I could've told you that without the quiz. I'm very much the only girl I know who is as comfortable holding a gun as she is making her own lavender sachets and muffins for her neighbors.