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176 hours without Supernatural.........

Forgive my being overdramatic when I say that I have been in paroxysms of agony for the past week because I have gone Supernatural cold turkey. I have missed TWO episodes of Supernatural (the really exciting end of season ones) and I did not even have old episodes to tide me over because my laptop has been in the shop all this time. I have not even dared to go to an internet cafe in case I am tempted to look at spoilers.

Sitting morosely in front of the television, I eventually resorted to the bored and lost's cure: The Bold and The Beautiful. Only half an hour of it, and I was snapped out of my reverie. My God, that show is sick! There's this woman who marries the patriach of this family, then she divorces him and marries her stepson, divorces the stepson and steals not only one husband from her own daughter but two husbands, the second husband who is actually her stepson's half brother, then gets rid of this guy and goes back to the stepson!! And the family, for some unfathomable reason, has not yet chased her with tar and feathers out of the country but still treat her as one of their own. Frigging bizarre!!

Feeling tainted by all this near-incestual bed-hopping, my despair eventually leaked out last Friday when I moaned to my mother, "I miss my Supernatural."

My mother isn't the most enthusiastic fan of Supernatural. She is not a fan of horror/fantasy most days and she thinks Dean is mean to his brother, Sam. Also, she doesn't like Dean because she thinks he looks like David Hasselhoff. (Nnnnnngggg!!!!)

I was surprised when my mother put down the book she was reading to listen to me so I continued whining about my lack of Winchester sauce.

"Why do you like Supernatural so much?" my mother asks.

I looked at my mother's face. It is a serious question, not a criticism. Encouraged by this, I rambled on all the things I have mentioned in this blog about Supernatural, plus added a few more things I know would appeal to a mother's heart; poor motherless boys, no nutritious meals to eat, studious good boy Sam getting a scholarship, the mother hen Dean, Sam losing his girlfriend, Dean always being the peacekeeper when Sam and their father fight, their Dad dying to save Dean's life......... ahah ha ha, I could see her melting in front of my eyes!

My mother does not exactly break down in tears but the next thing she said nearly made me cry with joy.

"When you get your laptop back, let me watch some Supernatural. Sounds interesting."

YESS!!! One for the team!

Comments

Anonymous said…
NOOOOOO you leave Mama alone you witch!!!
Kere said…
Ha ha, more Supernatural fans against you!

You will be converted one day.

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