Nov 16 2006

Like, OMIGAWD, Buffy!

You wanna know what’s sick? I have a gorgeous son who is so much fun to play with, a nice husband, a lovely dinner planned for tonight, plenty of chores that could get done, and a dog who would, I’m SURE, love to go for a walk. Do you know what I can’t wait to do when I get home?

Effing watch episodes of Buffy.

I. LOVE. THIS. SHOW. I am thoroughly addicted. We had to bump our netflix up to three discs at a time to try to satiate my need. John made the mistake of putting an actual movie in the queue (weird word…) and I just about lost it. (It turned out to be a pretty good one- Thank You For Smoking, but still.)

I think we’re on the 4th season now. I will cry when we get to the last. CRY.

If you’ve never seen it and you have some time to burn, give it a try. And be sure to have your sense of odd humour with you.

Oh!Oh! The part I absolutely love about it is that Cole’s favorite song is the themesong to Buffy. He can recognize it by the howls at the beginning. If you’ve never seen a 1 year old bouncing and headbanging his way through a Nerf Herder song, you haven’t lived. It’s a beautiful thing. Or maybe scary, because now you know how much we watch these that he can recognize the song so easily…

(I feel like I’ve written about this before, but I can’t find it in my archives. Either way, I think it’s probably yet another indication of my impending insanity.)

(Really, I’ll be much better after my 5 days off. Just wait it out. Only 4 more work days!)