Traveled Down the Road and Back Again
My husband and I met while I was working at Blockbuster. He was my favorite customer and despite distinctly opposite tastes, he had me convinced he enjoyed the movies I recommended. It was only years later that I found out he never even watched Me and You and Everyone We Know, and thought Hideous Kinky was pointless. But that's another so-the-truth-comes-out moment in our history that we'll get to later.
All in all, he was the best that came of that job.
The next best? My Golden Girls box set.
Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a close first and second, I love my husband much more than my Golden Girls seasons 1, 2, and 3 box sets.
There's just something comforting about curling up in bed and watching the craziness that ensues when three 60-something women share a house together. It's like Real World, The Golden Years. And when I was pregnant, that's exactly what I did. All nine months, night after night of "Rose, you know what you are? You are a type A, first class, all around NERD!"
Most nights I would fall asleep before the end of an episode and the DVD would go to the main menu replaying the theme song over and over again.
It drove my husband crazy.
And funny enough, it made little guy a fan. My son flipping loves Golden Girls. I have my suspicions that he heard those four voices so much that he was expecting them to be in the delivery room. Surely babies are capable of such ideas in vitro, right?
But all those years of canned laughter and quips culminated into a parenting win this afternoon when little guy came up to me and said, "Mommy, we can make spaghetti sauce but tomatoes stain the walls. So let's make cheese balls instead."