So she says to me, sort of off-hand: I really wish we could pitch a reality TV show. I would call it “Lesbians Under Construction.”
Since then, I sometimes imagine that while we’re doing renovations on the house, or even just cooking dinner, she is secretly pretending there are cameras in our house, capturing our every interaction. Truth is, I’m pretty certain we are too boring to be on TV. I mean, what would be our hook? We’re a coupla Massachusetts gay ladies who spend our weekends chipping away at endless house projects and singing to Katy Perry radio on Pandora, all the while trying to keep our pug from burning out his retinas in front of work lights.
This past weekend as we toiled towards completing our hardwood floor installation, I can think of nothing that would have sparked a viewer’s interest:
Oh look – Meredith is judging Andrea’s decision of that board placement.
Oh interesting, now they’re going to dissect the process of selecting boards until they both feel they have adequately expressed their point-of-view to the other and can safely move on.
Oh wait! Something exciting is about to happen – oh no. They are just going to the fridge for a soda and taking a break to talk about how much they enjoy Rhianna.
I mean, seriously? I’m sleeping already.
Meredith’s pipe dream of starring in our own reality show and rubbing elbows with the Housewives at Bravo network parties may never come true. But the real life renovations are certainly catching wind and taking shape. Over the past few days we broke our backs extending the wood floors from our front room into the kitchen. Please prepare to “ooh” and “ahhh,” but if you don’t my feelings won’t be hurt (much).