Tonight was the Miss America Pageant which the spousal unit wanted to watch because um, he's really, really concerned about how Miss Alabama feels about world peace.

However, that great five kleenex movie "Philadelphia" was on at the same time, so there was a bit of a war over the remote because I love movies that make me cry.

It doesn't matter how many times I've seen a movie that's made me cry. As far as I'm concerned it's still worth seeing again because I can guarantee it will make me cry again.

That's not stupid, it's ... it's ... sensitive.

The compromise became that every time Philadelphia went into commercials the spousal unit could switch over and watch the pageant.

See how giving I am?

There was a ten second lag between the commercials in Philadelphia and those for Miss America. That meant that he'd switch from Philadelphia and see Wayne Brady say something such as, "And we'll be right back with the swimsuit competition" and then the Pageant would cut away to commercials.

Not that the spousal unit was hoping to catch the swimsuit competition. Oh. No. His main concern was how Miss Alabama felt about world peace.

Which, sadly, he had to miss because the commercials on the two channels pretty much overlapped. It was that tantalizing ten second gap that drove him wild.

Because I am a truly evil person, I found this situation hilarious. Every time the spousal unit would switch the channels he'd have a brief glimpse of mass quantities of babehood and then the Pageant would break into commercials.

This would make me giggle.

However, because I have practically memorized Philadelphia, the minute he'd switch back to the movie I would immediately bury myself back in the plot and in no time at all be sniffling audibly.

Sniffle for eleven minutes. Giggle for four minutes. Sniffle for eleven minutes ...