Friday, May 20, 2016
Oh, ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road...
We don't watch a lot of TV--although I must admit that I would happily watch more if I had more time. Nick and I agree on a series and then we watch together.
(He's on his own with Archer.)
I wanted to start Outlander ages ago, but I took the wrong approach. I was all, Outlander! Romance! Love! Hot men in kilts! Claire + Jamie 4EVR!
Nick was not intrigued.
And then finally I realized and was like, "Shall we try Outlander? It's historical, but mostly about SEX and SCOTLAND."
Nick was all, "Well, you know I have Scottish ancestry." (Oh? Tell me more...)
Yah. So we've been watching, and they have these delicious accents and I found myself wondering why it was that I never ever even kissed a Scottish guy? In fact, in my traveling youth, why didn't I head to Scotland and have a torrid affair with kilt-wearing, Gaelic-speaking Scotsman?
Seriously. Why? Why? I do not know.
It's one more thing on my list of things I will now never do, like cocaine or a threesome.
I'm not saying I should have done all those things...more like, they're choices I never made, and are now long gone.
But. Perhaps I should talk Nick into buying a kilt?
(Maybe one that matches his gold jacket?)
They may take our lives...
Happy Friday, all!