After the visit with both sets of parents yesterday to celebrate Mother's Day, Katie and I returned home hoping for nothing more than a relaxing evening of some minor decorative work around the house, cheap pizza, and catching up on some TV shows.
While the first two items on our agenda would've easily complemented our desire for relaxation, the final one most certainly did not. In fact, for the most part, we were on the edge of our proverbial seats (hard to really be on the edge, per se, when we're laying in bed).
Wow, when did Desperate Housewives actually decide to become worthwhile? Last night, we had to watch two episodes because we never got around to watching the one from the week before. And both, believe it or not (I'm still not sure I believe it), were actually pretty good. Over the top? Yes. But that's what we've come to expect from D.H. when it's actually good. Otherwise, it's nothing more than poorly written tripe.
Then, of course, there was the first hour of the three-hour, two-night season finale to Grey's Anatomy.
Dear. Sweet. God.
Here's the coversation Katie and I had immediately following the show (I have eliminated spoilers)...
Katie: "I can't watch it tomorrow!"
Kevin: "Yes you can."
Katie: "No I can't."
Kevin: "You can't stop now. It's going to be really good!"
Katie: "But I don't want to know how it turns out."
Kevin: "You've been watching all season, so far. Why would you not want to see how it ends?"
Katie: "If I don't watch it, then nothing bad can happen."
Kevin: "It'll still happen, you just won't see it and then you'll be confused when next season starts."
Katie: "No! It won't happen. I just won't let it."
Kevin: "It's going to happen whether you want it to or not. So you may as well just watch it."
Katie: "You can't make me."
Well, for what it's worth, I sure as hell will be watching it.