Mr. R. and I are enjoying a few days off together here between Christmas an New Year’s. Coincidentally, there’s been a Game of Thrones marathon for the last few days. Not that we’ve been watching for ten hours a day. But we’ve seen our fair share.
At one point today, I shouted at the television, because I’m reasonably certain you can change the outcome of a scene if the characters can just hear you.
Mr. R. jumped. “You startled me.”
I sheepishly apologized.
“No, that’s alright,” my sweet replied. “I’m glad you’ve got some passion.”