Brad and I have never had cable TV since we’ve been married. Most places we’ve lived, we get the major networks via the TV antennae. I grew up in a home where my mom hid the TV in the closet in hopes that we would forget we had it. I also think her idea was based on the principle that if something requires too much work to do it, then you just won’t do it. So since it was such a hassle to get the TV out of the closet, we supposedly would not go to the trouble to roll it out to watch it. Hmmm…. I think my kids kinda think about everything in their closets the same way. “Too much work, out-a-sight, out-a-mind.”
Since we’ve lived in the country, we’ve gotten movies on Netflix. It started the week we brought Jonathan home from the hospital. I knew I’d have to have something to do to keep me down and resting… and it had been a few seasons since I had caught up with my favorite TV show, Alias. Jennifer Garner was my weekly heroine. She was kind of a superwoman. She lived a life I wished I had…. Well sorta. I completely liked the undercover spy
