...I like
Glee....
And, atypically, I'm not going to blame my wife or some random gay friend for this. Oh no, I'm going to blame my toddler.
You see, in a moment of weakness when his mother was away and I was having trouble finding ways to entertain him, I clicked the Tivo over to one of his mother's episodes of Glee. I figured "hey, he likes music, so...". Well, he
likes Glee, and so now do I, too.
Phew. I now feel much better having gotten that off my chest. A feeling I'm sure will be reversed soon by the amount of ridicule I'm about to endure, so have at it, fiends!
