Let's Make a Deal.

Am I supposed to be posting a Fancy 4 Friday post today?

Umm...next week, k?

Today I'd like to tell you about my TV appearance that was filmed yesterday (before I forget the deets).

Rewind...

On Monday, Hubby woke up uber early.

I heard the shower at 5 AM.

(He doesn't start teaching until 10 AM, and leaves the house at 9:50 every morning.)

Then I heard sweeping.

And mopping.

And the dishwasher running.

{swoon}

At 9:00, I was finally up and heard the TV downstairs.

He got sucked into watching the show Let's Make a Deal, and had me watch it with him.

Immediately after watching it, he went online and got tickets for us to see it being taped and possibly be contestants.

Jump to Thursday.

We showed up at the studio at 9:45 AM.

Paperwork craziness, contestant interviews, waiting, eating, waiting.

We waited for 3 hours in the sun alongside 2 trailers on the backlot of the studio.

Good times.

By the time I got enough food in my teeth and sweated off all of my makeup, we were filed in numerical order into the filming studio.

It looks a lot bigger on TV.

As we approached a lady that was seating groups every which way in the studio, she said, "Copy that" on her little microphone and seated us directly in front of 3 cameras.

I figured that meant that we would for sure be on the show.

We were not.

(Unless you count the air time that I got as an audience member 99% of the time.)

Wayne Brady was directly next to us for the duration of the taping. Thankfully, I could maneuver my way to hide behind contestants or behind Wayne depending on which camera they were using.

I looked like an idiot.

They have someone in the front (Rocco) waving his arms like a wild man when he wants you to cheer.

I am fully aware that I went from smiling audience member, to deer in the headlights, to screaming banchee clapping like a over-achieving freak in 3.5 seconds.

Awesome.

Also, Hubby's costume covered his ears so he made me crack up the entire taping.

Rocco would hold up fingers (as in 1, 2, 3) so that we would yell different numbers to encourage the contestant.

Not only was I following directions so well that I would yell "ONE!" when he would hold up 1 finger, or "TWO!" a second later when he would hold up 2 fingers (helpful audience member FAIL), but Hubby wouldn't hear that the contestant had picked a number, so he would continue to scream numbers at the contestants directly in front of us after they would announce their decisions.

Freaks.

Here we are after getting to our car since cameras and phones weren't permitted in the studio.

This is after 5 hours at Let's Make a Deal:

I still don't see the airdate online, but I am going to be in search of a blank VHS tape to record our ridiculous appearance once I figure out the date.

I'm totally missing my DVR today.

Happy Friday, friends.