I recently cancelled my cable. The real reason is because the box broke and we didn't watch it for two weeks, then I realized we probably wouldn't miss it.
Instead, I opted for Netflix. Then my wonderful mother, who visits me once a week to do manly things a husband would do, but also womanly things a lesbian lover would do, hooked up an antenna so we now get local channels.
So, last night after our totally rad homemade pizza party (mine was awesome, hamburger, turkey pepperoni, red pepper, red onion, green olive, black olive and capers!! whew), we sat down for a little educational documentary about YellowStone National Park on PBS. Harmless, right? Wrong!! Holy, Mother Nature. We're talking full on hunt, kill, mangle, chew....and the audio on this thing was on point. Every bone cracking, gnawing, squirting noise came through loud and clear. Trevor was enthralled. I was devastated.
#1, is this ok to show on tv? Wait, it's life, of course it's ok. #2, what's coming up next?! The breeding process??
So...we pulled ourselves together after that and had some root beer floats and a huge tickle session. I wonder when they'll be too old for me to tickle them on their upper thigh. It's the best spot!!!
Watching...
O.M.G. did that just happen?!
And this guy, just not interested in the Circle of Life