Last summer, I was wearing my SPN tshirt and he says, "Hey is that the kid from Gilmore Girls? My wife loves that show." (One of the PT aides once asked me, "Is that Eric Brady on your shirt?" I lol-ed so hard).
Then I explained SPN to him and he decided his teenage daughters should watch this show, because they like scary movies and he is always trying to find things for them to watch that aren't, you know, The Saw movies. So I loaned him season one and they of course loved it. Smart girls.
Then one day he comes over while I am working out and whacks me on the head and tells me that it is all my fault. I'm all," Who what?". Turns out, he told them he would buy them season two after their finals. Then he catches them in the bedroom, crowded around their computer. When he comes in, they try to hide the screen from him and he is like, "What the hell are you watching that you have to hide it from me?" They were downloading Season 2 of SPN when they were supposed to be studying for finals.
Though I'm not sure how it's my fault that his children are ill-behaved. Still, everyone needs a Winchester study break from time to time.
So, today I went to therapy and he says, "Hey, how are you faring with no Supernatural?"
Me: It's on Fridays now. We had this discussion. Have the girls been missing it all season?"
PT: No. They said it's been on The Hiatus That Never Ends.
Me: Yeah. That's for sure.
PT: So they've been streaming Buffy through Netflix. I don't know why they decided they had to watch Buffy all of a sudden. They've never seen it in their lives.
Me: Do they like it?
PT: Yeah, it's all they did on their snowdays. Laid around in their pjs and watched Buffy for hours on end.
Me: Sounds like the best snow day ever.
PT: But Buffy is confusing. Because that one guy is good and then he was sleeping with Buffy but he was bad also. I don't understand.
PT: No, the guy from Bones.
PT: They said he was good, and then he was sleeping with Buffy, but then they had happiness, and then he was bad, and then the bad guy killed some people, and then he was good for a second and she kissed him but then she threw him into a hell dimension anyway?
Me: You know, when you hear it from an outside POV, it does sound like utter crack-madness.
PT: But then when I wandered back into the room the next time, he was back and he was good again. And I asked them and they both rolled their eyes and said, "Dad, it'll just take too long if we have to explain everything to you".
I wish I had an audio recording of it - his incredulous exasperation was adorable.
Then my mom tells me she entered Publisher's Clearing House, and if she wins...
Mom: If I win, I'll get you a new body.
Me: I don't think you can actually do that.
Mom: With enough money, you can buy anything.
Me: Okay, but I don't actually want to be a cyborg. On every episode of Star Trek I have ever seen, that ends badly.
Mom: I can buy you a house person then.
Me: Like a poolboy?
Mom: A poolboy? What's he going to clean, the inflatable pirate ship wading pool in your backyard?
Me: No, he can do things in the house. But like a poolboy, with his shirt off.
Mom: Oh, you want a gardener.
Me: For the garden we don't have. To clean the house and drive me places and sometimes carry me around, but that last part is just for my amusement.
Mom: Fine, but you have to do the interviews. I know a cute guy when I see one, but you have higher standards than me, I am sure.
Me: I don't have any standards, as long as he isn't a felon.
I had to refrain from saying, "I have no standards. I would marry Chad Michael Murray in Vegas. Yes, I would."
Mostly because the last time we ended up talking about Chad, this happened -
Mom: You didn't even like Tristan on Gilmore Girls!
Me: He was trying to break up Rory and Dean! OMG!
So...that was my day. ;)