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What We Were Watching - NaBloPoMo

This marks the 6th day of my participation in NaBloPoMo - or National Blog Posting Month. What it means is that I, along with thousands of other bloggers, are posting something EVERY DAY in November.

It's no small task and, frankly, my brain is a little bit tweaked.

So what helps when a brain is tweaked? TELEVISION does. And that's what I'm posting about today.

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There’s something about the solitude of home when everyone, including the dog, is asleep. That's when the dark sky brings a peculiar comfort as it settles on everything it touches. So tonight, I’ll cocoon myself in a plush blanket with laptop or cell phone in reach and channel surf until sleep arrives.

Now that I think about it, I’ve always been a late-night loner who kept close company with TV.

Especially during high school, that whole innocent time before boyfriends that never should have been boyfriends, two drinks over what should have been drunk, marriage, babies and pets.

On weekend nights, when the popular kids were out doing whatever popular kids do, my BFF and I would co-watch television via telephone, and our only interruption was someone else picking up another phone in another room asking You’re still on the phone?

That time in life and those shows still make me giggle until the tears leak.

See if they don't do the same for you too.

Fridays
Who else remembers Michael Richard's Pre-Kramer Days?


Dance Fever
That hair. Those eyes. Why yes. Yes I was crushing hard on Denny Terrio.



Solid Gold 
Where lycra met interpretive dance.



SCTV
Where I learned Canadians were Hosers who ate back bacon, eh?



So what were you watching on weekend nights when the popular kids were out popularing...or were you one of the popular kids?


 NaBloPoMo November 2015


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