I was chatting with the kids the other night about what to watch on the tube while Mister was at the cottage. Daphne and Shaggy didn’t know what I meant by, ‘turn on the tube’ and just looked at me with a blank expression as if to try and diagnose my crazy. Good luck......
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I didn’t intend to do it. I never really wanted to do it. I had to do it. Someone cut my internet cable. I’m sure this crime carries the death penalty in all 50 states and is the only crime punishable by death in Canada.* *This statement is, unfortunately, entirely false but should be......
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I confess. I have figured out how to watch ahead on the Netflix programs Mister and I ‘watch’ together. I even taught our son Shaggy. It’s a terrible affliction, one that I am not proud of. Yet, here I am about to tell you my secrets, knowing that Mister reads my blog when the......
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I went to a Netflix event the other day. They fed me, plied me with cocktails, turned on the big screen, and they didn’t even ask for a goodnight ‘cuddle.’ Instead, they gave me goodnight chocolates. Weird. A bit uncanny how they know me so well. One day, they tell me I am going......
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You have a dirty mind. I actually want to know what you wear to watch Netflix. Usually, I wear jammies and slippers with either a glass of wine or a tea/coffee depending on the day or hour. Above is my Netflix chair. Much like Sheldon’s couch cushion, this has a semi-permanent butt imprint from......
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