friggin' reruns

okay, while trapped in the circuitous route known as the "holiday party" scene, i was relieved that i wasn't missing any new episodes of grey's anatomy. as much as i needed a shot of mcsteamy (yum!) and mcdreamy (hmmm, good hair!) during the month of december, not having to race home or feel guilty for missing my one-feel-good-hour each week relieved some of my anxiety.

mam has even learned to keep his big mouth shut while we watch. most of the time. the rest of the time, i need to flash him the universal "zip it" motion in sign language before screaming - okay, lunging at him, "you! no talk-y during grey's anatomy! shush!"

(you can feel my perturbance -- there's freakin' exclamation points everywhere in that sentence.)

but, hello, it's january already. bring on the new episodes. 'specially now that i scheduled a class for thursday nights (very reluctantly, i'll tell ya). i registered late and had a choice of a professor that i had 3 semesters ago and vowed to NEVER waste my time with again, or miss "grey's anatomy" for 15 long, miserable weeks.

of course, all my decision really did was speed up the inevitable -- we are now getting comcast's (otherwise known as satan's contribution to cable television) version of tivo so that i can record the episodes and watch them when i get home.

if i'm lucky, my digital-video-recorder will break just goddess girl liz's did when she first got hers -- it got stuck on the mcsteamy shower scene. not a bad place to break down if you ask me. or her.

(see, i told you comcast was the devil.) save me from my lusty thoughts, mcdreamy, and bring on the new episodes!