I’m on my way home from a little hiatus in the clouds brought on by a dance that the local dentist initiated. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a keeper, the dentist. But, whoa doggies! Did that little spin around the chair ever cause me some down time!
So what’s a girl to do when she’s left drug-dizzy and immobile for two weeks? She’s left to take a little help from her friends, yesiree. So I took a nudge from all my TV lovin’ friends and set out to watch some shows from the past few years. Why? Because I think the last time I watched TV as a form of entertainment (and not for the weather ripping through town) was about the time I had my first kid. I just haven’t had a minute to spare for such things since then. So I aimed to catch up a little and see what I’ve missed. I didn’t get very far. Once I caught up with the latest episodes of Eureka on Netflix with the mini-Nerdette, the next place I landed was where I stayed.
It’s a little place in Kentucky where there’s a bad-ass Deputy US Marshall named Raylan Givens. I think I fell in love with him on the spot. Now Netflix can’t exchange DVDs with me fast enough. I’m a TV addict. Yes I am. And I've got forty two episodes to go.
So what do you do when someone says, "Relax. This won't hurt a bit."? Ever fall in love while under the influence?