You know I despise commercial tv. In fact, the day you see me watching The Price Is Right, load me into the car and head for Oregon.
It's not that I don't watch programs made for tv of course, I just do it on Netflix, commercial free. Lately I have been watching a lot of Frazier. Perhaps too much. I find meself speakin' like Daphne Moon. Just in my head, not out loud.
I have to watch Netflix on the computer, at the kitchen table. It gets uncomfortable fairly rapidly. Must get me knickers out of a knot and find the bloody WII remote!
Miss Sally's Stitching Journal and Life in the Inter-Mountain West
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