I'm Addicted

I admit it. I am a total Prison Break junkie.

My mother began watching season one of Prison Break last year and kept telling me how great it was and how much I would like it. I was tempted to start watching it, but I had missed the first number of episodes and figured it wasn't worth starting having missed the beginning. Then I started hearing more buzz about it and wondered if I had made a mistake in not starting (even if it was a bit late). At the end of season one (second last episode), I put it on for a few minutes while I was waiting for another show to start and got sucked into it almost immediately. Then season two started and I contemplated watching it, but once again talked myself out of it. After all, we had missed the whole first season....

As season two continued, I heard more and more comments about how good it was and that it was even better than season one. Now I was really curious. So, when my sister was looking for Christmas present ideas for us, I mentioned it to her and they bought it for my husband (and me -smile).

OMG - what an incredible show. We started watching it on boxing day morning and managed to squeeze in two episodes before we had to leave for the day. When we got home that evening, I think we watched about four more. I didn't want to stop. Every episode left us hanging with something big. Well, even with me working on Wednesday and Thursday last week, we managed to complete the series by Friday. That was 22 episodes in four days.

I can hardly wait to watch season two. Too bad it's already half over. I am a complete junkie. How will I ever manage waiting a whole week for the next episode to air? AHHHHHH.

A Simple Statement That May Haunt Me For The Rest of My Life

When I was a young teenager (around the age of 13-14) me and a group of my friends had this total fixation on a group of guys we didn't know. For some reason, we seemed to have some idea that they were something pretty special (I think we can blame one particular friend at that time for filling our heads with that rubbish). Once we finally got to know them, they pretty much ended up being typical teenage boys (and total jerks). Big shock!

I remember one time, when one of them was trying to insult me and made some kind of comment about betting that I didn't wash between my toes. Well, I had never really given a lot of thought to whether or not I was washing between my toes when I bathed/showered, but I was fairly certain that I did. It was a stupid comment, but at the time it still bugged me.

It is now 25 years later and I haven't even seen the person who made the comment in about 23 years, but I still too often think about it as I am showering and washing between my toes. I think that one simple (yet totally unfounded and stupid) statement (and the memory of that dumb boy and his friends) will haunt me for the rest of my life.