I’m an idiot.
Last night The Civee started and I started up the ol’ DVR to watch parts 2 & 3 of ‘There’s No Place Like Home,’ as she wasn’t around Thursday night. We were watching the episode in glorious HD, when we decided to get some ice cream at the next commercial break. I hit stop, then hit another button and the next thing I knew, the episode was erased.
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Our cable provider recently changed the software on our cable box, so some of the buttons I had gotten used to in the past year have changed. If it was a mistake she had made, I would have been fine with it, but because it was me, I’m a bit pissed at myself.
We finished part 2 on ABC’s Web site, but it wasn’t just the same.
Maybe I should review the instructions the cable company sent along when the system changed.
This weekend, The Civee and I went to Louisiana to visit my grandparents. We had a good time and went at the right time of year. The weather was in the low 80s, clear and dry. Any later in the year and it would be oppressively hot and humid.
I have to admit, one of the things that drew me to Morton’s (considering all the restaurants had decks facing the river) was the sign to the left, promising hot boiled seafood. The Civee and I got an outside table and just enjoyed ourselves by talking and watching the boats and the moving bridge. The bridge we passed over was a
At the time, I hated the episode. While it had some great humorous moments, the idea of sending Jerry, Elaine, George and Kramer to prison for not helping out a carjack victim was preposterous and a bit of a cop-out.