Steve is out of town this week. I do miss him, but there's something about this evening that I'm really enjoying.
This Monday night, I don't have to watch his favorite program: Antiques Roadshow.
Instead, I'm watching the Bachelorette. She's kind of a shrew, based on this episode at least. She just bitched out all the guys for not paying attention to her at the pool. Nice.
Seriously, I think the Roadshow is better. But that's not what this is about.
This is about television freedom and control of the remote.