M said this to me today: I would love to watch Grey's, but I don't see it happening so I'm going down.
We're on Grey's Anatomy Season 12. We just got done watching Avery divorce dumbhead. And the episodes before that in which Meredith almost dies again and tries to outsmart work mandated therapy one more time. If we're lucky, we can squeeze in 30 minutes before the Koala stirs and wakes to realize that we've been sucked up by a black hole. M usually puts her back down. If we're lucky, we can unpause after about 10 minutes. Most of the time though it's Grey's interruptus.
We don't go out to dinner any more because it's right in the red zone. Breakfast is tricky. We went skating for 90 minutes three weeks ago without kid and dog and it felt dangerously luxurious. Sneaking Grey's is what little we have left.
M took another one for the team today.
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