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Some how I missed the Brittany Spears show last night. How? I don't know, probably my brain choosing to protect itself from the gray matter meat tenderizer that is most reality television these days. All I can say is, "thank the T.V. gods for the fine folks over at televisionwithoutpity.com." Why? Because I save hours of my television viewing time by reading the various recaps in all their snarky fabulousness (it's a word, I checked).

I don't recall exactly how I came across TWoP, but the day I did, it was like the clouds parted and the sun shone down into my den and the angels sang. The recappers don't miss a beat as far as story lines go and they pretty much make the same observations and snide remarks as I do. The best thing about Television Without Pity is I don't have to subject my husband to my commentary and he can watch his baseball-poker-basketball-crab fishing marathons in peace. So thanks to Television Without Pity and separate tubes of toothpaste, marital bliss remains at the Lyons' abode.