So last night we settle down to catch a bit of the Golden Globes on television. Caitlin was foraging for food because she didn’t like the beer battered tilapia the hubby made for dinner and Amelia was snug in her pajamas and cuddled up withÂ the hubby inÂ the recliner. I was sitting on the couch waiting for Meryl Streep to shut up andÂ also remarkingÂ how great Reese Witherspoon looked when the camera panned the audience. The dogs were lounging at our feet. 24 was recording on the downstairs television thanks to Tivo. All was good and right with the world.
Oh hell no.
A transformer has blown, leaving our street and home dark, with only the dim light from my laptopÂ inÂ the kitchen faintly glowing.
The hubby and I simultaneouslyÂ have the same thought, but refrain from vocalizing it in front of the girls:
No electricity means no Tivo which means no recording of last night’s 24.
We have the first 45 minutes or so recorded, but that’s it. What little information I have found on the Internet indicates it is not being rebroadcast any time soon. Our office manager thinks she has a taped copy.
This is sewious.
Uh…been watching the Wonder Pets too much.
UPDATE: Our office manager brought in a copy of Monday night’s show to work today…WOOT!