OK, that does it. I'm never watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition again. No, not because the host, Ty Pennington, was cuffed on drunken driving charges. If I had that crazy cartoon voice, I'd drink a lot -- well, more -- too. I'm not watching anymore because I can't afford the Kleenex.
Holy sweet jebus, man -- that show is a non-stop family cry-a-thon from beginning to end. Mix in a little real estate porn, and you've got a TV show. But yesterday's episode was just too much.
Here's the story: A woman had five kids. And then beat them. The court took away the kids, putting them into foster care -- until the woman's sister heard about it, that is. With four kids of her own, she took in her sister's five, along with their grandpa -- who slept on the couch. Twelve people in a 900-square-foot home -- it was like the Bucket family, minus the chocolate factory.
Dana and I curled up on the couch for our weekly sob session and started wiping tears about two seconds into the program. "I don't know if I can do this," I told her, as we listened to the kids tell about their evil mom.
"It's just not fair what some people have to go through," she said.
"I know," I said, wiping my eyes, "I mean, you'd think I could watch a simple TV show and not tear up, but no ... what?"