I streamed The Masters for over 8 hours yesterday, with an hour break in between for The Waltons.
We watch Adam-12 every weekday evening, two episodes. Classic.
We’re still watching a half dozen Sopranos episodes throughout the week. I can tell my son feels the need to spend more time just kickin it with me lately, which I appreciate but I don’t want him to rearrange too much. I might end up living six more months then he’d be hating me again by then.
I doubt you're all that hateable, Immi. Little crotchety now and then maybe but in an endearing way, like one of those people it's funny when they get mad 'cause they're too kind-hearted and harmless to do anything about it. I bet you don't even have a flying skillet.