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Girls Day In

My wife in action. (Actor portrayal.)

My wife in action. (Actor portrayal.)

There was a sense of strange¬†foreboding. My wife had control of the remote. Boldly and apparently to no one in particular she announced, “I’m going to pretend that I’m home alone and watch whatever I want.”

Wow. So assertive.

The TV came on and the Netflix logo loomed large.

It was a cozy Saturday afternoon. The kind of day for which I live. Outside were blue skies. Inside the sunlight streamed in windows. It was quiet. We were basking in the luxuriousness of nothing to do. My wife snuggled up in her TV blanket. I did the same. Cats were lounging around and purring.

These are the moments of which dreams are made. I believe it is times like these that make life worth living. No work. No responsibilities. Safely ensconced in your castle. Nothing to do except stretch out under your blanket. The rest of the world can wait.

Where the hell is my damn cup coffee with International Delights creamer? I want to celebrate this, one of the moments of my life!

And it was all going so good, too. Perhaps a little too good.

Then she pointed that thing at the TV and pushed PLAY.

This shit just got serious.

Netflix! Is there anything it can't do? I mean besides show me a list of "Recently Watched" titles?

Netflix! Is there anything it can’t do? I mean besides show me a list of “Recently Watched” titles?

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