Guilty pleasure

This household has the sniffles. I woke up Wednesday with a bad cold, which I passed on to Poppy, which she passed on to her father. So I apologize for being so lax with my posting on here. It’s just that I’ve been so busy SNIFFLING.

While curled up on the couch under the heavy hand of Sudafed PE this week, I searched the INTERNETS for some good old television to watch. Three nights ago I found Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman on Youtube. You have no idea how happy I was to find the first complete season! I used to watch this show religiously with my whole family on Saturday nights. If you’re not familiar with the show, than I’m sorry because what I’m about to say won’t make any sense. But if you were a developing, young, hormonal pre-teenager during the airing of this show, then rejoice with me when I say SULLY IS ALWAYS THROWING THAT AX! I forgot how much I used to want Joe Lando to ride up on a white horse and sweep me away to the Colorodo fronteir via about 1868. Swoon.

After an episode or two of Dr. Quinn, I even got Jacob sucked in. He left for work on Thursday with strict instructions NOT to watch any episodes without him. What’s that I hear? The faint cry of my husband cursing this website for telling all of his most appalling secrets? It’s true. We are watching Jane Seymour act her little heart out together, almost every chance we get. It has become a disease of sorts.

So in case you were actually wondering what we’ve been up to, that’s it. Sniffling, snuggling, and watching some really awful, addicting TV.