I have developed the most ridiculous habit. (The people who know me best would probably tell you this is nothing new, but I'm going to pretend it is, and that it's something to be addressed here on the blog). And I think it's caused by good TV.
In the evenings my husband and I watch the programs we've DVR'd after the kids go to bed. Some of these programs are a little iffy. Maybe they were once great, and they're still giving it a good go, but something is off. Others seem to just get better and better. And it's these shows that are causing my latest quirk. I'll give you an example...
Last night we were watching Glee, and I was, as usual puzzling over the seemingly inexplicable relationship between Rachel and Finn, when he aimed a cute little flirty face in her direction. I immediately turned to my husband and said, "You've never crinkled your nose at me." (Even typing it now it sounds ridiculous.) I gotta hand it to him though, Butters only looked confused for a minute before making an effort to crinkle his nose at me. Naturally he looked ridiculous. And I felt ridiculous.
And this is not the first time. Or the second. Probably not even the third. I need to stop doing this. I need to stop talking during TV time and just chill. Probably not gonna happen. Butters will just have to ride it out. Poor guy.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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8 comments:
Hahah Alyssa you make me laugh
Ohhhh, poor guy is right. Your plan to not talk and enjoy during TV time sounds like a good one. ;)
Butters would like to watch FIGHT CLUB again and I can't blame him.
Butters likes Glee just fine, Legend. :)
My husband does this to me ALL THE TIME. We'll watch a love scene, and he'll suddenly say, "Look, Rima, those people love each other." And then makes a sad face. JUST WATCH TV, for God's sake! Ok, it's kind of endearing, though... ;)
I didn't see the episode but if a boy crinkled his nose at me I'd just assume that he was allergic to me.
Fiction Chick, I'm glad it's not just me!
Saracastic, that is exactly what he looked like!
I tell my husband he's never run guns for me...after watching Sons of Anarchy. But we save our conversation for commercials. He tells me I've never dressed like a biker chick/porn star. Touche.
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