The day of the fateful sexist breakfast casserole disaster, I may have glazed over the fact that I got rather obliterated on Mimosas and crashed on the couch by 1:30pm. But I can explain – everyone else was drinking coffee (Irish, of course) and I didn’t want the open bottle of champagne to go to waste.
And it didn’t.
So I slept the afternoon away, only briefly coming to in order to have half-asleep conversations with the newf about upholstering chairs. And then again to stare bleary-eyed at newly covered chairs which I really didn’t expect him to be capable of doing on his own. I’m super supportive.
Anyhow, when I woke up – hungover - the newf poured me into the car and said we were going to buy a new flatscreen TV, reminding me of the conversation we had over brunch that I already didn’t really remember the details of, and we’ve been enjoying HD Awesomeness ever since.
Good thing too…we were getting to that point in our relationship where it was looking like we were actually going to have to start TALKING to each other. Gross…
Top all that with a newly added DVR box and I’m well on my way to getting my recluse badge.
I’ve gone from watching little to no TV at all, to obsessively needing to see every show ever produced by The CW. It doesn’t even matter what it’s about as long as there’s a healthy balance of stereotypes, portrayals of high schoolers as college kids, fashion I’ll never afford, and torsos I’ll never achieve.
I was even one of the fifteen people who watched the first two episodes of The Beautiful Life.
I’m actually lucky it got canceled. I would’ve been hooked on that trash for weeks.
And it would’ve gotten in the way of my The Vampire Diaries fan fiction.
We’re dating.