This morning I got the fright of my life. No, it wasn't the neighbor kid throwing a ball through my window. Karen was me and I was her and the proof was on TV!! LOOK! It said so, it must be true!
Not only were we switched, but I think we ended up looking like dumb asses and I also looked like a hooker with really bad makeup. This particular show was filmed a very long time ago. 20 pounds ago. This was a day we will never forget. We are still laughing about it. Every time we see a swimming pool, we fall into fits of uncontrollable laughter. We could barely get through the day of filming without laughing, but still, our laughing had nothing to do with bad camera angles and weird editing. And, I am pretty sure that at the time I told the makeup girl it was way too much blush. WAY TOO MUCH.
When we saw that our episode had been airing, I recorded it so I could watch our demise in slow motion. I got up this morning, I watched it, fast forwarding through all the super embarrassing parts and then somehow while one hand was covering my face and the other was holding the remote, I hit OK when it asked me if I wanted to delete. On one hand it is good that there is no proof, but on the other hand, what will we show at parties now? There was some good stuff to laugh at there! At one point I think I made a frog face and stuck my tongue out and at another time Karen was in infomercial mode and her hands were flying. Good stuff, good stuff.
I think I will call the producer and ask for a tape of the show.