So Micah and I have been watching Lost for the past week or two. And we're pretty much obsessed. Despite the fact that now isn't really the best time for me to become addicted to a new television show, I can't really stop at this point. It's like a sickness, really.
But that's not what this post is about.
Tonight, as we were finishing up the last episode of Season Two, Micah says, "babe, how many seasons are there?"
"Four," I reply, a little confused by his question.
"Are you sure? I thought there were more," he said.
"No there are only four. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. That's four."
And then he died laughing.
Yes, I really said that. And, yes, I was absolutely serious. And, no, I'm not really sure how I graduated from law school.
2 comments:
and that is the Ryan that I remember on the cheerleading squad. ;) Love it!
You are so funny! :)
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