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."
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4 comments:

  1. liparifamDecember 20, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    Bahahahahaha :)

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  2. AnonymousDecember 20, 2011 at 8:40 AM

    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!

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  3. Anne in FLDecember 21, 2011 at 6:45 AM

    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.

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  4. AnonymousDecember 21, 2011 at 9:10 AM

    BTW, Ray keep singing Christmas songs to the neighborhood.

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