Dinner Date gives one lucky guy the opportunity to go on a blind date with three women who cook a romantic meal for him in their home. He then chooses one lucky lady to take out on a dinner date she didn't have to cook.
Death Comes to Pemberley
A mini-series adaptation of the PD James novel aired on the BBC last week. It's a novel I enjoyed reading last year and the cast of the BBC production looked promising. It did not disappoint. The best part? They ran the three-part series on three consecutive nights beginning Boxing Day! No waiting a week to find out what happens next! I have no idea when this will air in the US, but I highly recommend.
Commercials are strange on British television. They interrupt your programming less frequently, but when they do, it feels like a longer commercial break (this may or may not be fact; I haven't yet timed it). And the prevalence of tear-jerking, guilt-inducing commercials from global non-profits asking for support is quite surprising. As someone who typically changes the channel as soon as she hears Sarah McLaughlin's Angel begin (Those puppy eyes! I cannot handle the sad puppy eyes!), I hate it.
|WSPA wants 23 pounds a month to save donkeys.|
|Oxfam is dedicated to levitation in the Third World.|
Speaking of guilt-inducing animals..... our dog. The vet put him on puppy prozac yesterday and is confident it will help with his separation anxiety. After three doses, I can tell the poor guy is feeling pretty wonky. I feel terrible about it. The vet said to give it a few weeks before it's fully effective and that we'll only need to keep him on it for a couple months. Fingers-crossed that this is the answer to our problems, and that he starts feeling better as he adjusts. I feel like the worst puppy mom in the world most days. It's tough.