My guilty pleasure

I have enough homework to keep me busy for weeks. Yet, I’m watching “Touched by an Angel” on the Hallmark Channel and thinking – once again – that I should look into if it’s available for purchase in some kind of box set. What’s really exciting is that I seem to have caught the very first episodes of the very first season. The fact that this excites me should make me ashamed of myself, but it doesn’t.

I keep trying to figure out what it is about the show that appeals to me so much. Sometimes I think that it’s the fact that it takes me back to a different time in my life. Other times I think it’s because of the Christian themes that are present in the stories. Then there’s my suspicion that I may have some sort of crush on Andrew, the angel of death (as portrayed by John Dye, RIP).¬†

Eventually, I¬†realize that there’s no point in trying to figure out the appeal. Then I just sit back, get comfortable and indulge in my guilty pleasure.

So, umm…what’s your guilty pleasure?

P.S. I have a confession. I just saw a commercial about an all-day marathon coming up on Saturday. I gasped. No lie. I gasped. That is all.