First, a confession: I have become seriously (that’s right I said, ‘seriously’) addicted to Grey’s Anatomy. Even worse, my addiction took root while watching the infamous Season II Superbowl Episode–that’s right–the Code Black/Pink Mist episode–the most drama crazed, over-the-top cliff hanger of them all….
Second, a statement of comraderie: You know you are as obsessed as I am if you understand why this story makes me laugh.
If you read my previous post, you know that last night was a tearful one for me. It’s true–I blubbered and sobbed in a most gelatinous way…. In the midst of this tearful blubbering fest, I say to Husband, “Why can’t I stop…. Why can’t I stop crying???” And he says, “Because you’ve been holding it in and it’s finally coming out.” (Great…..)
I sob some more, and contemplate this statement… Then realizing that I do, in fact, share something with Christina Yang, the Ice Queen of repressed emotion, I cry out,
“Somebody Sedate Me!!!!!!”
Giggling commenced. More tears. And finally, sleep.
(By the way–since we don’t have cable or network T.V, just DVD/VCR paraphenalia who wants to volunteer to offer a synopsis of each and every episode of Grey’s this season until I am able to see them all on DVD? Don’t all raise your hands at once, now!)