Yay me…that “daily hour of creativity” lasted…a day.

So last Monday, CU and I made the switch from cable to Dish Network. We’ve had this “HD ready” big screen TV in our living room for three years, and bought a new “no, really…it’s HD ready” LCD TV for our bedroom earlier this summer. We’ve got the technology for crying out loud, why not actually use it and start spending what remaining free TV time we have watching pre-season football and the great gardens of Europe?

The great thing about the package we have is we’re back to receiving Bravo. Our old package didn’t carry it, so we’ve missed this fantabulous show called Project Runway. And what…this is season 3? Are you kidding me? Where has this great show been hiding…oh that’s right, we didn’t get Bravo.

It took all of one episode for us to get hooked. We’ve already got our favorites, including Laura who, when asked what she thought it would be like to have a sixth child, said she’d just “throw him on top of the pile with the others.” Heh. Love that.

For those of you who are long-time readers, you’ll probably remember how I raved about CU’s uncanny impression of Coby from Survivor XVIII: Boys Gone Wild. Well, after two episodes, he’s now equally proficient in replicating Tim Gunn’s signature plea, “Designers…?” While I realize this may sound alarming to the casual reader, the fact that my husband is secure enough in his heterosexuality to embrace his ability to impersonate gay hairstylists and fashion design department chairs…well, that’s just one of the 8.3 million reasons I love him.

And while we’re talking about being secure with oneself, despite the fact CU has told me about a hundred times in the last couple of months that The Body That Is Heidi Klum can’t help being Heidi Klum, I think she can. I think she can help being Heidi Klum and just chooses not to, to taunt those of us who were not born with superior German super-DNA.

Meow.

We also get SoapNet now. Welcome back, Melrose Place!