Cryin' over Leno...

What the hell is wrong with me. Last night Matt and I were watching Jay Leno's last Tonight Show and it totally got to me. I started crying. Now granted, when I think about things that are important in my life, or things that I consider to be part of my Top Ten favorite things in life, I would have never thought about adding the Tonight Show as one of them, but in the past four years, Jay Leno and I have developed a sort of relationship. Let me explain....

I never watched Leno in high school. My parents never watched Leno unless it was on a few and far between occassions that they actually stayed up past 10:00 pm. I never watched him in college, never had time. But, when I first got married, Matt worked away from home and I was teaching school. I had piles and piles of papers to correct at night and I would watch Leno and finish my piles. He kept me company in a much too quiet house when I was all alone. Then, when Matt was home, we would watch tv in bed and it was always Leno. It actually used to piss me off because I was trying to sleep and wanted the tv off, but Matt likes the noise so he would snore away and I would wait until he was asleep enough to sneak over and turn off the tv. In the meantime, I would listen to his banter and jokes and be completely entertained.

I think that Cameron must have a thing for Jay as well, because she was a terrible sleeper when she was a baby and I'm sure she had to hear his voice, every night before she would go to sleep. Sometimes moving on to the Late, Late Show and even on occassion watching the infomercials after, but always, always, Leno.

Now the kids are asleep....most of the time....but Matt and I still unwind in bed to Leno. He has stemmed some great conversations, some great laughs, some great "Hey babe, you gotta come watch this part", and some great "after Leno" romance.....

Like I say....didn't realize it until he said goodbye last night.....didn't realize I was that attached...but I guess it's just one of the little things that you take for granted until, oh my gosh, it's over. I also swore last night that when Conan says goodbye in a few ten years or so, I will NEVER cry over him. He drives me freakin' crazy. Matt just laughed at me as all guys do when they're trying to figure out why their women are crying...again...and said he's sure I will. We will see.....