Last night I was trying to wind down with a depressing novel loaned to me by a coworker ("The Year of Fog" -- can I please have no more children-being-kidnapped story lines? Please?!) when Hubs plopped down next to me.
"We watch too much TV," says he.
"Yes," I say.
"It's your fault."
"Yes. I never used to watch this much TV."
"Oh. Then, I'm sorry."