Ok, so I'm watching QVC.
While you people out there have attention spans that allow you to watch wonderful dramatic series and recurring comedies, my tiny mosquito-like brain can only bear to watch what requires the fewest number of brain cells possible.
So here I am with the high pitched drone of Isaac Mizrahi going on and on about khakis.
No need to watch that.
Whenever I hear Bradley Bayou, however, I let my finger linger on the clicker a bit.
Ok, I may even mouth a quiet, spontaneous "mmm. daddy" every now and then too.
I won't lie.