Chirky

Nearly three months ago, Roger and I attended a taping of Wheel of Fortune, where we watched the wheel spin 'round and 'round, and groaned when contestants couldn't solve the puzzle. We sat in the audience, whooping with excitement every time a camera was pointed within 45° of our bodies, and pretending to clap because actually clapping? After we had already spent ten minutes straight clapping, clapping, clapping and our palms were bruised and sore? Out of the question.

And then we promptly forgot all about it.

Last night, the first of the two episodes we attended aired on national TV. And where was I? Not at home, cuddled on my couch with fourteen blankets – that's where. And I'm a little peeved about it, especially because I loooovvvvveeeedddd Vanna's dress in the first episode.

It was my great acting debut! There was a camera IN MY FACE for at least one minute twenty seven seconds, and I missed my shining opportunity (shining: I really needed some powder) to see the whole thing. And, what's more, we don't have Tivo. We don't even have a telephone line so that we can have Tivo. We don't even have Givo, y'all (ghetto Tivo, aka a VCR).

So: did you remember? I mean, how could you not, right? The chance to see moi, on television?

What? I was the only one looking forward to it? I don't understand. I thought we were friends.

Luckily, for you, the second taping will air tonight. We're having a watching party at our home, so come on over! Stuffed mushrooms will be served, and prizes will be given for correctly guessing each puzzle.

(I'll buy good prizes, because I like prizes, and also because you'll be competing against Roger and me, and since we attended the taping, and already know the answers, it's likely that we'll be winning our own prizes. I'm thinking something along the lines of: a trip to the Maldives, a shopping spree at Best Buy, and a shopping spree at Ann Taylor. Care to spin the wheel on that?)