My husband (BK) and I are losers, really. It’s about TV. I realized last night that we actually look forward to TAPS, or Ghost Hunters. Okay, if you haven’t seen the show, it’s a bunch of East Coast gorillas poking around places to debunk hauntings. NOTHING ever happens. EVER. Now, they say they’re out to debunk things, but I suspect that’s a cover for the fact that they really haven’t a clue what they’re doing. What makes this more stupid? My husband and I don’t believe in ghosts. Perhaps even worse is my addiction to Prison Break. It’s really terrible. I only watch it because Wentworth Miller is adorable and graduated from Princeton. It’s like watching a train wreck, and I can’t stop. Then there’s “My Name is Earl,” my absolute favorite. I think I secretly suspect it’s loosely based on my family in Baltimore, although I can’t prove it. So we watch those three shows every week, and that makes us losers. Of course, the fact that we watch them together, holding hands and laughing, probably makes us winners.