Just that little sentence from yesterday's blog, "went down to watch Desperate Housewives." Little did we know 24 hours later, we'd be completely addicted. It started out innocently enough last night, watching the pilot and one additional episode, but last night one episode turned into four and only with great difficulty and much laughter about our state of desire did we manage to rise from the living room floor and go back to the guesthouse. We assessed the number of episodes left from their Netflix batch and we have determined it is not enough to last, must go in search of more episodes today.
Actually, it is quite fitting that we would entertain ourselves in this way today. Today is Christmas Eve Eve. When Christina and I were little, we would be so desperate for Christmas to come by this point, that this day was the breaking point, the longest seeming day before all the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day festivities, so we called the day Christmas Eve Eve. For years, we would call each other on Christmas Eve Eve and laugh about our private sister joke.
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