My watch beeps as I push open my bedroom door. Tara is on the far side of the couch. She's watching a show on the big TV. It's one of the shows that wouldn't exist if everyone in it weren't extremely attractive. As soon as you realize that the show is drivel with a cute face, you want to punch it right in the premise. Knowing this, and avoiding any forthcoming underhanded commentary, she immediately hits pause. She looks at me with her big pretty eyes, and soon it's time to make dinner.