After we got home from the movie theater last night, my sister called.
“Guess what we’re going to watch in 5 minutes,” she said.
Yeah, yeah, rub it in, why don’t you. I’d be watching Battlestar Galactica, too, if I had cable.
We chatted, and then hung up, since she needed to get herself off to the TV.
I started whining to Mark and my Mom about how I couldn’t watch BSG because we don’t have cable, and my sister was so mean for rubbing it in that she was going to watch it and then….then, I had an epiphany.
My MOTHER has cable.
I barely said good-bye as I grabbed keys, jacket and sock knitting before I was out the door and headed to her place. If the roads weren’t so slippery I would have been there sooner. I think I asked her permission, but I may have skipped that step. She told me the channel, but I forgot and had to call her once I got to her house.
She finished reading books to the boys and came over and was very polite about only talking to me during commercials.
Last night’s episode was SHOCKING.
And I loved every minute of it.
