So today I checked the blog email, which I rarely check since I already deal with an insane amount of email for my job and most of the blog email can wait since it is often one big can 'o spam. But this time, in the junk folder amid claims from Bob Frank and Ahmata Ahmoud that they could MAKE ME RICH or that I had won $18O,OOO,OOO,OOO.oo in a lotto, was an email from a casting agent asking my family to apply for an upcoming family-related "docuseries".
Curious, I did a little Google Fu and it looks legit. It also says something about putting the FUN in dysFUNctional so word is clearly getting around about my domestic failures. The whole thing was funny and intriguing so I called Mr. Ashley on the way to school and told him. I was laughing in a ha ha what-have-I-got-us-into sort of way and he was not laughing. Mr. Ashley thinks we should apply. I pointed out how ludicrous this was, how we did not want the whole world to see our laundry couch and that we were probably not as funny in real life, that not even one funny thing happens per day to provide blogging material sometimes. Also, his ass isn't home most of the day and he's universally loved by everyone who meets him. That he'll be the one who runs off with a hot college girl while I'll be on the cover of US Weekly in St. Croix with my buff bodyguard, still having to deal with the kids between appointments for hair extensions and time with my personal trainer. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
They told me that I could also pass the info along to you all, so here's their website. You all should apply so that by the time Mr. Ashley talks me into it, they'll have found everyone they need already.
And please don't tell Big Kid. You KNOW Big Kid would be all about having a reality show.