The Good Life Er..Wife

The other day as my husband and I were leaving for work, I walked to our car and saw it surrounded by orange cones. In the distance were posters attached to the lamp posts. So I did what any nosy New Yorker would do. I discreetly glanced at it, in that I don’t really care, but I just want to know way. "The Good Wife" was taping on my street. Pretty cool I thought. Go Yonkers I thought. This had better be done by the time I get home I thought. As usual, around 6 ish I arrived to pick up my son from my parent’s place. My doting dad insisted on following me home in order to carry a large package that they were holding for me. So I wouldn’t have to struggle with the baby and the box and my stuff. Thanks Dad! Lo and behold my street is a mini-studio lot. Trailers and lighting and craft services oh my! I ask the guy whose sedan is blocking the street where I am supposed to park my car. He says "Sorry ma’m (Excuse you, I’m not even 30 yet!) but we have purchased all of these parking spots for the day. Umm..is that even possible. So annoyed and intrigued by the production set at my front door, literally. I give him the obligatory I friggin live here comment and glare, and found a spot 5 blocks away. Thanks to super dad, he parked near me and helped me out with my other bags as we descended onto "the set". I was very underwhelmed and super annoyed when I realized that we were ushered down the middle of the street, and questioned every 5 seconds about why we were walking through the set. For the millionth time, I freaking live here! So we got home, I looked out the window a couple of times and I was bored after 15 minutes then I started to miss my regular old boring street until production wrapped up at 3am! Boy, it must be nice to rent your own street. Now that is the good life.