Zane was dismayed, flabbergasted, and upset at first, but I explained that he’s an addict watching too much Zack and Cody and Hanna Montana. (I still like her mullet king dad, I like him better now than in his Achy Breaky days. And Miley has a stunning voice.)

He started crying because he was looking forward to watching the brand new Tony Hawk episode of The Suite Life (even kids have been affected by the Writer’s Guild strike) that was on last night, so I caved allowed him that episode and the premier episode of some new Disney Channel show. I mean, I did spring this on the kid without warning.

How did Phil respond? My husband, who detests watching sports, has never watched a sporting event, and who used to make fun of me for watching the Bulls in their prime, says, “But I was going to watch the Superbowl.”

Are you kidding me?

So I say, okay. We’ll watch the Superbowl. Or you can. I don’t want to watch it.

And what did I do? I stayed completely away from the TV, I was the only one who could make it through one day. Yes, I’m a liar, too.

Jen had invited herself and the kids over because they had a snow day and she and I watched Indochine.

Hey. It was research for a story I’m working on.