It's not that I don't know the difference between TV and reality; of course I do.
I just tend to get caught up in things I like.
So the other day I said to Nick, "I knew Betty would have regrets. I knew it!"
"Betty has regrets?"
"Of course she does. It's so obvious. She made this big change, and it didn't make her any happier."
"She seems happy. What big change? What's she regretting?"
"Don! Didn't you see how she was flirting with him? In the kitchen?"
"OK. We're talking about Fictional Betty."
Oh. Well, yes. Fictional Betty.
And then the other day I was trying to convince Nick to use the neti pot, because he was worried about getting a cold.
We've been having this Six Feet Under marathon, and I suppose the neti pot was on my mind, because it had been in the episode we'd watched the night before.
So I said, "George has used the neti pot for years, and he never gets sick."
"George is a fictional character."
He's got me there.