My marriage to Stuart has caused one blistering area of pain in my life: I was forced to read the Television Without Pity recap of last week’s The O.C. because I just cannot bring myself to watch that festering tripe* in front of my sensitive, intelligent, newly-minted husband.
Yet.
*For the record, I fucking love that festering tripe with every cubic inch of my disgusting little heart.
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Huh-huh. You said “nosegay”. Huh. Huh-huh. Huh.
TWoP is WONDERFUl, and it has changed my life in so many good ways.
Transatlantic translation please – nosegay?
And the true test of a marriage is being able to watch a day long series of trash TV repeats.
Heh. You’re too cute!
don’t worry. soon you’ll move to the stage of the relationship where you can joyfully watch trashy tv together. trust me; chris and i are QUITE good at that stage.
I’m getting ready to move in with my boyfriend and one of the first rules he “laid-down” was his X-Box is to stay on the flatscreen TV. I just smiled and nodded. Honestly, I don’t care where he puts his game because I come equipped with my own TV and DVD surround sound system…
i have it taped…at least from 8:12pm onwards. i will send it to you if you like. i understand the love/guilt connection of the OC. my friends and i watch it and scream at the tv. and teresa? don’t even get me started.
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hee! I love this little insight.
If you fucking love that festering tripe with every cubic inch of my disgusting little heart …. where’s all the space to love Stuart?