Tuesday nights are a big TV fight night in our house. By that I do not mean we watch UFC or boxing or anything of the sort. What happens every Tuesday night is a fight to control the remote and DVR. I know this sounds petty and like we should be doing other things with our lives like maybe picking up a book or heading outside with Weezer to enjoy the weather. Our solution? DVR!  We hardly ever sit through commercials anymore. I don’t think we could ever go back. On Tuesday nights, I definitely hoard the DVR with Giuliani and Bill and Glee on at seven and then Real Housewives of Orange County on at eight. Yes, that is a lot of television in one night. Yes, I watch Glee even though I am 28. Yes, DVR is awesome. Now, here is where the fight begins. I am a huge brat and refuse to cancel or switch a recording so an hour or two will be freed up for Mike to watch something. The something in question is always some kind of sport (Sorry, D-Rose, but I’m glad the Bulls’ season is over!). I have to hold strong because …

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