Monday, April 4, 2011

Come on, Brad. Go out a winner.

I know you already know this, Neaves, but the rest of our (six) readers don't. And it simply must be documented here.

The Boy Creature's birthday was last week, and his parents came here to visit. And because they're fairly well off and he's their only kid, they're comfortable with throwing their money around. So they got me a present for his birthday, in addition to getting him presents.

They got me Gilmore Girls. The complete set. In the squishy box.

I can't believe that didn't tip me off, too. I was standing there, waiting for him to open his present, because the birthday person should get to go first, and I could feel through the paper that it was squishy. So how did I not realize? I knew it was squishy. But I was standing there thinking, "Maybe it's a jewelry box or something?" And then I opened it and the Gilmore Girls glory shined forth, and I squeed. I was way more excited about my present than Chris was about his. They got him the complete Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is cool, and he likes it, but no one loves any show like we love Gilmore Girls.

This all has a point, though.

When we got in the car to come home from work today, "Cherish" was playing on the radio. And I immediately thought of Brad at the Chilton graduation.

And then I realized that if I wanted, I could watch that episode when I got home. I could watch any episode when I got home. I can watch any episode, any time.

Best. Unbirthday present. Ever.

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