Prompt: Transcribe a recent entertaining conversation you had.
It's fall. And you know what that means. Yep - series premiere season. MarvMan and I have a few shows we follow together, and we also have shows that we follow separately. I'm sorry, I'm not interested in watching football or other sports on TV. I'd rather be there at the game myself.
Well, we were sitting outside, discussing what shows we were looking forward to this season. It's at this point that MarvMan gets worried.
"You're not going to... dominate my tv, are you?"
Seeing this as an opportunity for a witty reply, I raise an eyebrow, smirking. "Your tv? It'll be mine."
Thus the conversation descended into a break down of how we were going to put the television on a time share.
"Sundays are Entourage. And Desperate Housewives."
MarvMan fidgets, perhaps realizing he's a little out of his league on this one. "I get Monday night football?"
"As long as it doesn't interfere with Castle. And Wednesdays are Lie to Me. Thursdays are Fringe." I'm figuring I've got this all on lock down, and I'm sitting rather pretty in the control chair at the moment.
"Friday is Numb3rs." He gets a grin of excitement on his face, like he's got one up on me because he loves that show.
"I'll give you Numb3rs. I like that show." I shrug. That's not a big deal; I can concede that one. I happen to have a huge geek!crush on David Krumholtz, so it works out in my favor in the end.
"Looks like Tuesdays are the only days I'm going to get the tv all to myself."
For a second, I'm flailing. The goal of this was to jokingly lock him out of every single night of television. But he's got me on Tuesdays. And then I remember what I saw on a friend's Facebook page last night. I grin and shake my head.
"Nope. That's the new Melrose Place."
"You suck." He huffs and sinks down in his chair, looking rather defeated.
I giggle. "Not really. I'm not too interested in it, anyway. So there. You have one day all to yourself."
"I would watch The Unit," he makes a face, "but they went and cancelled it." And he says this with such intensity of emotion that you'd honestly think someone had killed his dog, that someone being me.
"It's not my fault!"
"I can still blame you!"
"Fine. I'm blaming you for..."
Quick! Think of something arbitrary! Something good!
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