On the nights I’m not working on the book, which are more often than none since Mom’s been here, she and I just lounge in the living room watching HGTV and sipping wine. Now don’t get me wrong – I enjoy HGTV, especially episodes of House Hunters (and more bitterly, House Hunters International) when it’s all a game of WHICH ONE WILL THEY CHOOSE!?! I like Genevieve and Vern and Candance and all those other fabulous people, but there are certainly other things I like to watch.
So when Mom said last night, “I hope I’m not keeping you from watching other things you like to watch,” my brain immediately went to all the shows I will not watch with her in the room, specifically Sex and the City. I just laughed and told her it was okay, that I DO watch HGTV and Food Network a lot, but that I absolutely was NOT going to flip on my beloved reruns of SATC while she’s here. There’s all that… kissing. And then there’s Samantha.
She giggled and said it was okay to watch whatever I wanted, but honestly, I was fine. The new season of Dexter hasn’t started yet and The Tudors is on its way out (last episode of the series on Sunday – rest in peace, King Henry). Big Love isn’t in rotation again yet, and Top Chef was on the night before. So, I’m good. I’ll watch 18 hours of HGTV with Mom because I cannot go THERE with her and Sex and the City. Because she’s still my mother, and I’m still 16, and I don’t know anything about anything and all that is stuff is icky.
Plus, since my boys are adopted, there’s no human PROOF that I know anything about anything and I’d like to keep it that way.
In other mom-related news, she courageously had a few bites of my shrimp tempura rolls the other day, so I’m going to take her to a full-on sushi bar before she leaves. And I WILL take pictures.