M: ...Alexander Skarsgård might be my Daniel Craig. He makes me feel funny.
A: OH HELLO.
M: Tell me you watch True Blood. I have only seen the first two seasons but he is the only reason I watch.
A: We tried. I think we made it two episodes in before Kenny pretended the DVD player remote was broken.
M: Oh, Chris is just horrified by it. HORRIFIED.
A: Kenny kept looking at me with this sad face all, "Lady? Why."
M: But there are boobs! Boobs? No? Come back, Kenny!
A: I know! Apparently really terrible southern accents override boob action.
M: Well, you should watch it. Because DANG:
A: I think maybe my husband can find something else to do for an hour YOU ARE RIGHT.
M: I am just SAYING. It's good for you to have separate interests. My interests are apparently underneath his shirt.
A: My interests are as follows: Pretty Things I Can't Afford, Daniel Craig in Speedos. Everything else falls under, "other stuff."
M: Don't forget ponies! And David Bowie.
A: Oh, David Bowie is definitely a top-level interest. Ponies get filed under "other stuff."
I think your vampire fellow is pretty interesting, as well.
M: His character is so bad that I end up with Stockholm Syndrome and I love him.
A: Sometimes it's easiest to just give in.