In Winters past I have spent the slower months of the year watching all the seasons of The Gilmore Girls in the cool evenings. This was a tradition I loved, steeping myself with hot cups of tea while watching the fast paced dynamic duo of Lorelai and Rory. The coffee swigging mom and the bookish references made the show even more enduring to me. Oh how I longed to live in Star Hallow.
And then…. this year I was introduced to the Walking Dead by so-called friends (oh you know who you are…. 😉 ) A crazy zombie show that I thought I would never get into and then there I was buying all three seasons at the Thanksgiving Day sale and then proceeding to devour them with my husband… fully immersed in a story line of survival in the craziest of circumstances.
But oh no…. the three seasons were watched quickly and by the end of January it was still full on winter here in Minnesota and my evening fix was gone…. so I moved on to something more hard-core…
Yes yes you goof ball people who said “It’s amazing!” as I shook my head furiously and responded, “It is a show about making meth? How can that be awesome?” Yet, in a desperate move for something interesting to watch last week Al and I pulled up the first season episode one on Netflix and wow…. a teacher who makes and sells meth to earn money for his cancer treatments and to provide for his family….
we are addicted.
I feel I am now ruined for all things cutesy and sweet. Now I am hard-core zombies and meth. 😯
Seriously…. who am I?
Spring can not come soon enough… clearly I need to get out of the house.