Let's not pretend we don't all watch shows like My Strange Addiction and I Didn't Know I was Pregnant and I'm My Own Grandpa . Ok, that last one is just a song--a shout out to my age group. You know you're singing along and thinking to yourself, the only episode I've seen of that first one is where the lady eats her couch cushions. Yeah. Me too. I honestly couldn't even make it through that whole episode because, well, yuck. Just yuck. But the other night, that sweet man of mine wrangled me into a whole new genre of reality horror I didn't even know existed. To be fair, my knowledge of the genre pretty much starts and stops at the Blair Witch Project. And don't say that movie wasn't real. It was every bit as real as the racist Bachelor and the convict Survivor. Every damn bit. Now back to the point. Sometimes Eric and I like to watch a little TV in the evening. After dark. When people are preparing for a night's slumber. An