I watched a Midsomer Murder. I love that show. Who knew ugly British old people were so kinky?
I actually almost died watching it Saturday night. I was really tired when I got home from work and since I was home alone, I didn't feel like cooking. I very rarely eat at work, btw. Anyway, I put on my jammies and decided I had to eat so I grabbed my big ass jar of crunchy peanut butter and a big ass spoon and snuggled up on the sofa to enjoy my kinky love triangle/murder show. Well, I feel asleep with a big ass gob of peanut butter in my mouth and woke up choking. I really couldn't breathe. Scared me so bad, I had trouble falling back asleep. I got to thinking about it yesterday at work and thought how embarrassing it would be for poor Mr A to have to tell people I died choking on peanut butter in my sleep and how they found me wearing his hoodie on the sofa clutching an economy sized jar of crunchy. I told him about it last night and he promised that if I died doing something stupid, he would make something up.