I know, I know. It’s been six days since my last post. Unacceptable.
I’d shower you with excuses ranging from a stressful week at work to trying to spend time running and (finally) being a good puppy parent by walking Preston regularly, but you know, there was still plenty of time to write a post through all that.
So all I can say is sorry.
Since we last spoke:
You’re all caught up now. Whew.
But onto more important things.
Boyfriend has decided to stop watching TV.
Which means that, by default,
I can no longer watch TV. (While he’s around, anyway.)
To the average person, this may not seem like a big deal. But let me refer back a previous post on the very topic of my teleholism.
When it comes to television, I am not your average person.
So while I’m dreaming about The Big Bang Theory reruns and True Blood and The Newsroom and Project Runway and Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy (yes, I’m 70 years old) and Franklin and Bash and So You Think You Can Dance and The Olympics and every other addicting television show I watch/record/pine for, I guess Boyfriend and I will have to find other things to do together.
Like take walks and listen to music and hang out and play with Preston and…talk.
Alright, maybe it will turn out to be a good thing. I’m not holding my breath, but you never know.
Sorry, Nielsen ratings. I suppose, for now, this avid viewer is turning your many, many lovely shows off.