It's 9:40 in the evening. Mrs. Frinklin has updated her blog with a bizarre story from work, and I'm playing video games. She's finished, and now she's going to watch TV.
"Aren't you watching Scrubs?" she asks. Scrubs in one of our favorite shows, and if you haven't seen it, you should.
"No, I didn't realize it was on", I tell her.
"Well you need to watch it, or it will get canceled."
"Not really" I say, "We're not a Neilson family, no one cares what we watch."
“I don’t give a rat’s ass about Neilson.” She snaps, “I’m talking about you watching.”
"So if the show goes off the air, it's my fault?"
"Yes it is, I'm holding you personally responsible."
Umm.. Okay.