If you don't watch Weeds, go rent the past 3 seasons and catch up- funny stuff! It'll renew you're confidence in your parenting ability, that is unless you are also juggling raising two troubled boys while drug trafficking. Andy is the best, the brother in law, slacker in life, thinks with his penis, but funny as hell! I dated this guy (several of them actually) and am pretty sure if I met another like him tomorrow, he would still have a good chance of getting to second base with me! I am a sucker for a dawdler with an irreverent sense of humor.
Secret Diary of a Call Girl followed. What can I say? I need to take a shower. Not from being hot, but it did have that element. I feel dirty, not in the turned on way, but I suppose it may have worked for some. Let's just say I'm glad the kids were in bed and my husband may have well enjoyed it had he been home. I'm sooo not a prude and I will give this show another week to redeem itself, but it just didn't leave me wanting more. It was just OK.
The true test: when I watched The Soprano's, I wanted to be a gangsta (you know, the mob kind) or at least his wife. When I watched the "L" Word, I wanted to become a lesbian, who doesn't? When I watch Weeds, I long to sell pot to the desperate houswives in Agrestic. I don't want to be a Call Girl, yet, but just give it time.