I have been carless for a week and a half, working at the kitchen table wearing two sweaters, a flannel, and a scarf, and unable to watch Dawson's Creek.
Which is why at 2pm yesterday, in the middle of Sears, I uttered the following words that most boyfriends only dream about:
"Pick out a new TV. Whichever one you want."
I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted to watch Pacey and Joey make out.
|Baby Samuel's first car ride home. |
And yes, K buckled him in.
We had checked 4 different stores, made our assessments and agreed on a reasonably priced TV that is really quite nice.
And so, though I am still carless, K fixed the heat, and I can watch Real Housewives of BH in HD and see who really has had the most work done.