My oldest granddaughter, Amber, spent the night here last night with her mini-pin, Sophie. Nothing unusual about that.
This morning, Cliff and I went to the Church I used to attend all the time, since he had no big projects that demanded his being in the shop for hours and hours. I sometimes miss the lovely sounds of that choir, and it's always a treat to hear them again. Last time we visited there was Easter, four days before Cliff had heart surgery. We went on our motorcycle that day.
As we left this morning, I told Amber to feel free to watch my "second season Grey's Anatomy" DVDs. She's as much a fan as I am.
When Cliff and I got home, she was well into the fourth episode of the series. I told Cliff if he wanted to watch something on TV, Amber would be happy to turn off the DVDs.
"No," he said, "Grey's Anatomy is fine."
That was noon. Amber left around 3 PM. Cliff and I were still watching until 7 PM, and I was the one who finally cried "uncle". You can get too much of a good thing.
I do think Amber and I have created another "Grey's Anatomy" fan. Please don't tell Cliff I said that. OK?