The Hubs and I spent a number of years without cable. In fact, we had 2 channels we picked up from local channels and Netflix. This was a-ok, but there were some things we missed.
Over Christmas break The Hubs signed us up for a free trial of Directv Now which streams from the internet. He knew I was going to be home from work for two weeks (and I’ve got to be honest here- I’m a sucker for those really terrible Christmas shows they play on cable) and thought I would really enjoy having it.
I don’t know what happened to me, but I’ve completely fallen apart over the last two weeks. I expected to see some Christmas shows, catch up on some historical shows, and then continue on with my life. Somewhere along the way though, my plan went awry. Like really, really awry.
Now I find myself falling down these weird rabbit holes of dermatological shows that leave me fascinated and disgusted simultaneously. It’s a true “I can’t look. I have to look. I can’t look” sort of thing. If lipomas aren’t being smushed out, I’m watching morbidly obese folks or hoarders trying to sort out their lives. I’m not even sure where I fell apart.
Usually I spend Friday nights solving mysteries with Dateline. It’s my thing. Okay, I don’t really do anything but try to stay awake through the end of the show, but since getting pregnant with Baby Sprocket, I can barely make it to the start of the episode. But cable has solved that problem…in a way. Now I can watch Dateline all the time! Or one of the other various forensic shows that I always find my way to on tv. I’ve got to tell you though, it does start to mess with your brain after a while. I’m a jumpy person by nature, but watching a few murdery shows in a row and even the dog starts to be a person of interest.
And I’m going to change this problem… this new love… after this show.
