A terrible thing has happened.
My husband finally realized that Revenge is {basically} a soap opera and doesn't want to watch it with me anymore.
For some reason he thinks Emily is cray-cray?
I know. I don't get it either. Assuming someone else's name, monitoring all your neighbors via hidden cameras in their houses, and plotting ways to destroy their lives is totally normal.
I knew this day was inevitable. I mean, I nearly swallowed my tongue when he agreed to watch the first season with me.
But I'm still going to go eat my feelings.
Probably with these peanut butter toffee bars.
Wanna join me?
