Peace over the boob tube.
Kevin and I rarely agree on what to watch on TV. I can't stand watching sports (the drone of sports commentary is without a doubt the most irritating sound in the world) or old re-runs of Law and Order on TNT and he hates The OC and anything on MTV.
The exceptions: Sex and the City, What Not to Wear, and Grey's Anatomy. But truth be told, I still feel like these are MY shows that he simply tolerates. Meaning: there is not an all out physical battle to swipe the remote control or incessant griping and bitching. I get to watch these shows in relative peace.
Lo and behold....things have changed! I love love LOVE a Kevin show: The Sopranos.
You see, when the show made its debut, The Sopranos wasn't something I was interested in busting my bodacious booty to watch. We don't get HBO, violence and guns are not exactly my thing, and mob dramas....ummmmmm, no. Especially not mob dramas. And especially not a mob drama set in New Jersey, the very antithesis of how and where I was raised (in the South).
But Kevin put every single season of The Sopranos on our NetFlix queue and I watched. And I watched. And I watched some more. And now I'm hooked.
It's one of the best effing shows, ever. I'm so wonderfully surprised!
We're currently only on season 3 and we're trying to get through season 5 before the new one starts next month. But I think we can do it.
Thank you Sopranos for allowing K and I to have a little peace over the boob tube, finally.