Domestic Bliss

We're living in an apartment in a nice part of Buenos Aires. It's a welcome change from our "communal bathroom" life of the past few months. It's a small one bedroom place with a kitchen, balcony and cable TV and after spending all day in the cheap seats at a local soccer game, we decided to unwind on the couch, getting back to our domestic roots.

Sarah was boiling spaghetti when I got out of the shower, dried off and flopped on the couch. The "O.C." was already on in the living room.

"Please don't change it. I'm watching this," she called from the kitchen.

"Sure."

The gripping drama unfolded until it was time for a commercial break. I grabbed the remote to see what I was missing. A couple of Spanish language soccer games and the movie where Arnold Schwartzeneger gets pregnant was all I could find.

"Can you please not do that?" she commanded over the running water in the sink.

"What am I doing?"

"It's the flipping. I can't stand the flipping."

"I was going to go back. But I'll go back right now. Even though it's not even on yet."

I lay there watching a Spanish language shoe polish commercial. She grated cheese.

"It doesn't seem fair to not let me flip between the commercials."

"Yeah, well." She banged pots.

I've seen the "O.C." maybe twice. Sarah claims she's only seen it once, even though she knows all about Mischa Barton leaving the show and how it's now canceled. Last night's episode starred Kevin Sorbo as Ryan's father.

"And starring Kevin Sorbo as the dad." I said through a mouth full of spaghetti sauce.

"Who's Kevin Sorbo?"

"That guy."

"But how do you know that?"

"I don't know. I just do."

"But who is Kevin Sorbo?"

"That person on the TV right now is Kevin Sorbo."

"I know that. How do you know the actor?"

Silence. Chewing.

"Kevin Sorbo plated Hercules, I believe. He was also in some Star-Trekky type show."

"Oh, okay."

Later on, she lay on the couch with her feet up on my lap. A foot massage was expected. "Lost" was on. A genuine first viewing for both of us.

"I love foot massages," she said, while I worked through the muscles of her left arch.

"I know you do."

On the TV, sweaty people ran through the jungle carrying torches.

"Where were they going?"

"Back to the base camp I think. Those people were following them."

"No, I mean when the plane crashed."

"Oh. I don't know."

I switched to the right foot.

"Wouldn't it be great if there was like a machine where you could stick your foot in and it would massage your foot for you?" she asked.

"You're adorable."

"Why?"

"You mean a foot massager?"

"Oh. Well, I didn't know they had those."

"Watch your show now honey."

"Okay."

-Brendan

Comments

Cute, expect more of those.

Awww that was soooo a jessica simpson type comment (IS THIS CHICKEN OR TUNA) CUTE very cute. ENJOY! =)

For the record, the hatred of channel flipping during commercials is not just a girl thing, I assure you. My dad does it and it drives me nuts.

Sarah didn't know about foot massager, seriously? And she was on TechTv?

Aww...cute...(that sounded gay...ha)

This was your first episode of Lost? Dang, you guys really have been traveling for a while. For the record, I think the plane was going to Los Angeles. But I could be wrong.

I realize that you can't do this while down there, but this is why I have TiVo®. Fast-forwarding through commercials is the ONLY way to go.