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Ugh

I think the internet should know that I'm huddling away in the office, sulking right now over two things:

a. Conan bought an entire pack of Twizzlers and ate the entire things, except 3 sticks that I managed to steal away at 9:37 last night while he was watching some random movie.

b. I am never allowed to watch anything I want on our new 50 inch TV whenever he is home because he is always watching it. Yeah, sure I cooked dinner, bathed The Governor, drilled him on his spelling test, played Go Fish with him and put him to bed. But does that entitle me to let me even wash 1/2 an hour on the choice TV. NOOOOOOOOO. Because Conan came and plopped himself in front of the TV when he got home, and I happened to be occupied with my motherly administrations.

If I were a guy, and the two of us were at a bar and the TV were a hot chick, that would be the biggest constant cockblock ever. But he's supposed to be my wingman, you know? Totally uncool.