I watch the Oscars, well at least the last 10 minutes or so. I'm the viewer who tunes in near the end of the show to see who snagged the big prizes. I miss all the red carpet fashion, the long speeches interrupted by orchestra music and teary-eyed acceptance speeches from actors in movies I've never seen, much less heard of. Then there's the boycott. Although I didn't watch the Oscars, it wasn't in protest. I didn't watch because Sundays are so busy in the Three Boys and an Old Lady household. We are prepping for the week ahead. Catching up on homework. Finishing up laundry. You know, all those things you meant to do on Saturday but were too busy enjoying Saturday. Rather than swoon over dresses we would never wear and listening to snarky conversations about who's wearing who, we would rather relax in an old t-shirt and some worn out jeans while watching a DVD of a movie we've seen at least a dozen times. Oh, I guess...