Love Island

... is the new religion in our house. Hardly surprising, yet still disappointing. Why is this the one program we all seem to be able to watch together? Mindless, soul-sucking, televised shite shouldn't be a bonding experience - it's barely an experience.

Sadly, it's also the closest I've seen any of my boys come to expressing emotion. When that Jackass dude showed up, I swear 2 of them actually shed quiet tears of joy... which is why I can't WAIT until tonight when THIS is sprung on them. Waa ha ha ha!

Ok, I promise never to speak of this again.