My hot little Latina got the TV signal to work in the bedroom yesterday. It had been about 8 months since I had a picture on that TV. It took her about 5 minutes to get it working, whereupon I stuttered, ‘Wad ya do to fix it?’
She won’t tell me. She’s like a kid that way, a savant at TVs. And won’t tell the hapless ‘adult’ how to do it.
Why is this relevant in this thread? She goes home this evening, and I’ll be alone tonight in bed watching election results, drinking bourbon, yelling at the TV and scaring the dog. Essentially behaving in ways I can’t if she were there. It’s better than football, and I’ll be cheering for my team, our team, the team that will hopefully right this dangerously listing ship that is the U.S.