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Yesterday, I was driving home from work, and I got sick of my music. I'm currently between audio book selections, I'm waiting for some things to come in at the library. So I turned on the radio. I have not listened to the radio in months. It's all part of my new plan to add excitement to my life by not using my clock radio anymore. That is life on the edge. And I've been doing the audio book thing in the car... so no real radio. First, I heard a commercial about a reality tv show in which wives/mothers swap households. The next episode features a woman who drives a school bus and chops wood for six hours a day swapping with a rich wife who's never worked a day in her life. Next, a local talk show advertised a segment "How dental floss can keep you organized." And finally I learned that Tony Danza now has his own daytime talk show. So I pulled over to the side of the road. And I cried.