Happy TV Season
The other day, Bridget finished reading the first book in the Little House series. I think we gave it to her for her birthday.
We were in the car when she finished so I started asking her questions. I wanted to know if she liked the book. I wondered if she wanted to read more in the series. I asked her if she wanted to watch the TV show.
That last one really caught her interest. I guess we had only mentioned in passing that they made a TV show based on the books.
Since she has my genes, the fact that they made a TV show out of a book she liked sounded like a perfect world. I told her we would try to find it in reruns somewhere.
This is where the conversation got a little difficult. “What’s a rerun?” she asked.
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Life and Death of a Cable Box
For a few moments, I felt as if I had lost a child.
I came home from work on Monday to an empty house. I had to stay late for an event at work, so Maria took Bridget with her to the PTO meeting.
I figured I would cook myself a small dinner, plop myself down in front of the television, and relax until they got home.
But something funny happened when I went into the living room to turn on the TV. The box on top of the TV was flashing some crazy numbers. I had no idea what was happening.
I did what any guy would do in the situation. I unplugged the cable box, then plugged it back in.