Tim's Girlfriend

So the other morning I was minding my own business dragging around at 5:00 am preparing to climb into the shower. Tim was also awake which isn't usually the case because he awakens about 2 hours after me. I turn on the t.v. in our bedroom and casually ask over my shoulder "which news station do you want?" and he replies very quickly "channel 36." I turn to channel 36, which is CNN news and ask him "why do you want this station, it's not local?" and without hesitation he says "my girlfriend is on that station." Now he has my attention. I wipe my blurry eyes, rearrange my flannel house pants with snowflakes on them, pat down the pillow hair going in all directions and focus on his "girlfriend."

All of this wouldn't be so interesting except that Tim rarely says things like this, or seems interested in other women. Unlike me, who drools and rolls around on the carpet like a feral cat whenever I see Hugh Jackman on the screen.

So I ask him "who is she?" again, he answers very quickly "Robin Meade." I'm thinking to myself "wow he even knows her name, he can't even name his sister." So I turn my attention back to the t.v. and see this vision:






I state "she isn't even your type, you have always been a blonde man" he yells from the bathroom "she's clean looking." What this means in cop-verbiage is, she doesn't have tats and piercings and doesn't look like a felon or someone that uses intravenous drugs.

As I looked from her to my make-up smeared-over sized T shirt-puffy eyed- image in the dresser mirror it was clear why he enjoyed looking upon her fresh happy face every morning.

I wish Hugh Jackman was a morning news anchor.