We have nothing to watch. Nothing, I tell you, nothing, even though we have cable television with a bunch of premium channels, Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime and three Redboxes located less than two miles from our house.
There haven’t been any new episodes of Modern Family. We’re all caught up with Orange Is the New Black, Girls, Transparent, Jessica Jones, Master of None, Unbreakable Kimmie Schmidt, Broad City, The Walking Dead. I think there’s a new season of Orphan Black out, but last I checked it wasn’t available for streaming through Amazon.
Washed up celebrity horse with depression and addiction issues. What’s not to love?
I binged watched three seasons of Bojack Horseman one weekend without W because I thought she detested shows with talking animals. That’s what she had said, anyway. Turns out she meant live action shows and not cartoons.
“Like Look Who’s Talking,” she tried to explain.
“That had a talking baby in it,” I said. “And it was hilarious.”
She made her angry face.
“You mean like Babe,” I said, trying to help. “Our mother called us all the same,” I said in my best pig voice. “How could you not like Babe?”
More angry face.
We have been trying to pick a new show.
“What about The Sopranos,” W asks.
“That seems so old. I don’t know that I can get into it.”
She forces a stream of hot air through her mouth like a tea kettle. This is the sound of exasperation.
She’s already named a bunch of shows: House of Cards, Homeland, Breaking Bad, Dexter. She ends up watching them herself because they don’t interest me. I am difficult. Impossible. I am glad I’m not married to myself.
See, everyone loves a skinny tie.
I suggest Mad Men because, well, skinny ties.
“You don’t want to watch The Sopranos because it’s too old, but you want to watch Mad Men?”
So. Much. Angry. Face.
Our youngest suggests Haven.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“It’s based on the Stephen King book The Colorado Kid,” he says.
“I liked that book.”
“Yeah, the people in the town have supernatural powers,” he says.
“Um. No. I don’t like that supernatural stuff.”
“You liked Stranger Things!” W says way too loud.
“Yeah, but that had Winona Ryder and Eggo waffles.”
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What did you watch this summer?