By Source, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43487416
What possessed me to try this show with The Goddess six years ago? Was it recommended to her and I was humouring her? Was it a weak/apologetic/fawning moment on my part? Was there channel-surfing and we got hooked like I did once upon a Wire?
At first I swore to merely be in the same room with her as she watched it — I’d be doing something (anything) else like knitting, taijutsu or practicing quick-draws — yet as every episode unfolded, I found myself sitting with my beloved as we were pulled into the world of a thirtysomething obstetrician and her family and friends.
Shit ain’t bad, yo.
When it wasn’t renewed after its fifth season we were both a bit bummed at the unfairness of it all.
But ooh, look — and just in time for an anniversary with the Better Half: a sixth season is playing right now.
I suppose the wool, gi and gun leather will have to wait.
