Remember that time a few months ago when I canceled cable? Well, its back. On Friday, a nice guy from AT&T U-verse came over and installed all the stuff, so now we have cable again. As the resident sloth and TV/sugar addict in this home I feel the need to tell you that ITS NOT MY FAULT. I am actually a little bummed about having it back. Except for the whole award show thing, I haven't missed it at all. But then there was the world series, and a little team called the Giants were in it, and my poor husband had to invite himself over to people's houses just to catch a game. He even paid for the MLB.com online streaming service, but it kind of sucked.
And of course he starts snooping around online for cable deals right after he throws me an amazing surprise party, and looks up at me (or down at me, he's taller) with his sad eyes and says, "I'm done with this experiment." He may as well have asked for a pony, too. What was I supposed to say after everything he did for my birthday?
My mom was kind of giving me the business about getting cable back, because she knows all about my unhealthy relationship with screens (that I have passed on to my daughter, apparently) and I had to remind her that I am not the only person living in my house, and sometimes you have to give in. I didn't just give in, though. I caved. I caved hard. But again, it was a SURPRISE PARTY! I didn't stand a chance! I even suggested that we wait until after the holidays, but it didn't work.
The good news is that I have actually sat down when I've had a spare half hour to watch some TV, and I've turned it off ten minutes in. I have no interest in it. I've gotten so used to life without it, I feel a little dirty sitting down to watch a cooking show.
In other news, its the middle of November, 9:30 in the morning, and its almost 80 degrees outside. No sir, I don't like it. Its weird. Like the Apocalypse. Like earthquake weather.
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