Ham Fried Rice

to Gene Simmons Family Jewels.

I know. It’s grotesque. It’s bizarre. It’s ridiculous. And yesterday I couldn’t take my eyes off the telly. No, I am not a KISS fan or a Gene Simmons fan. I do not condone any part of his purported shenanigans or former lifestyle. But the show was so engrossing, I watched a marathon of back-to-back-to-back episodes, while I was vacuuming, cleaning the living room, washing the dishes… (Matt is going to cringe when he reads this. Sorry, honey.) It’s the voyeur in me. Nonsexual, of course.
Best parts of the shows:

• His kids’ commentaries. Hilarious.
• The number of people who don’t recognize him or know who “Gene Simmons” is and request multiple forms of ID from him. I loooove it.
• Seeing places in L.A…. Bristol Farms or Ralphs Fresh Fare where we used to shop, etc. I miss it.

It’s like watching a train wreck. I may have to add this to my tivo list. Oh, the shame.