One of our lovely daughters gave Mr. Jenny several boxed season sets of 24 for his Birthday several weeks ago.
Seriously, my butt hurts.
We started watching Season 4 and watched continuous episodes for over 10 hours. I only let Mr. Jenny hit the pause button when I had to tinkle or grab something to eat. When he wanted to tinkle or get something to eat I told him, "ARE YOU INSANE! WE'RE NOT PAUSING IT NOW! SUCK IT UP, MAN!" because it was always, always at some suspenseful part of the episode. The phone rang. We didn't care. That's why they invented voice mail.
The doorbell rang. We didn't care. That's why they made locks for front doors.
Our to-do lists languished on the counter. We didn't care. That's why they made tomorrows.
And all I can say is this...we still have around six hours of viewing time to go. Just to finish this season.
But I'm pretty sure it's gonna slow down. Soon. Very soon.
And then we can turn off the DVD and step away from the TV set.
And maybe, finally, take a shower.
And when I won a blog giveaway last week for Season 1 of 24 I almost passed on the prize. But, really, that would be silly because I'm going to get control of this addiction soon. And besides. I can turn off the DVD player whenever I want to. It's just that Mr. Jenny won't let me.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.