The other night, Mike flew out of the bedroom and ran upstairs faster than I've ever seen him move. And this is a man who plays hockey, on skates, once a week.
I don't know what I thought was going on. I was curious, sure, but not curious enough to follow him up there because I was watching Gossip Girl's season finale. Priorities people.
He came back down a few minutes later, with a huge grin on his face.
"Babe, Futurama is coming back with new episodes in June."
I was glad I hadn't gotten off the couch, I'll say that much.
***
Mike and I have a lot of exciting things planned for June: we're getting new phones, going to Sea World with Mike's family, having some people over to kick off summer, the Eclipse premiere (don't let Mike convince you he isn't excited about this too.) So when we talk about June, we've started calling it Juneapalooza.
(We're so weird.)
So, the other day I said, "I have more good news for Juneapalooza!"
"Cool, what?"
"Well, it's not technically for June. But it's still good news."
"Yeah?"
"One Tree Hill is coming back for an eighth season!"
"That's the worst news I've heard all day. You're ruining Juneapalooza."
(Funny thing about that [admittedly very bad] show: I've promised Mike every year since the fourth season that this will be the show's last year because, yeah, those promises made sense. Every year I have to sheepishly tell him, "Kidding! It's still on air." He doesn't believe anything I say anymore, understandably.)
***
Okay, I know Grey's Anatomy has sucked this year and I still don't quite get why Lexie went blond. I even stopped watching at the beginning of the year because, oh man, they went off course. But, I have a fondness for the show, I really do. I think it's produced some of the best episodes of any series. Like the bomb-in-the-body episode where Coach Taylor got blown up? So good! (Also, I like Meredith. Always have.)
So, when I saw the previews for the finale, I was all about it.
I started watching it last night after Kyle went down and before Mike got home. I knew I'd have to stop it mid-way in order to get in a run at the gym. It just so happened that where I stopped it, when Mike got home, was a particularly tense part.
Mike and I chatted for a few minutes, about taking the trash out and dinner and I was feeling really tense, BECAUSE OF A TV SHOW, WHICH IS RIDICULOUS, I KNOW. But, it was causing me to get a little short with him, snappy even. Finally I said, "I'll just take the trash out later. Forget about it, god!"
"Uh, are you okay?"
"NO!"
"What's...wrong?"
"The Grey's Anatomy finale is just really stressful."
"That's an answer I wasn't expecting."
***
I write about tv all day, every day, and I even get paid for it (in part). (Aside: add my work blog to your feed reader, yo!) It only makes sense that I take shows as seriously as I do.
I'm okay with that.
But I do realize it makes it difficult for many people, including my husband, to take me seriously.
It's a good thing I have the image of my husband running upstairs to check the air date of a cartoon to make me feel better.