Monday, December 19, 2011

So, What's On?

We had just finished dinner. I was sitting on the couch bookended by my cats.
"Where's Ray?" asked my lovely husband, Gregg.
"He upstairs watching Pitbulls and Parolees," I replied.
We had installed a TV in our bedroom the week before. I had given Ray a bath and the damp dog was up on our bed, cozily ensconced under his woolie blanket, drying. The last time I had passed the bedroom, Pitbulls and Parolees was on the TV.
"I think we should block pay-per-view," said Gregg. "I don't want him ordering Dogs Gone Wild when we're not home."


  1. Oh Ray, maybe you should come over and hang with Chris. He has no taste in shows either;) Roxy doesn't watch TV: it's too noisy!

  2. Doesn't everyone love a warm woolie blankie? especially while dozing on mom and dads bed after a nice warm bath? Ray, in case you didn't notice, you are spoiled, enjoy it.

  3. BTW, Ray keep singing Christmas songs to the neighborhood.