A few days ago, I walked into the room to find my husband had started watching True Blood from Season 1. Neither of us had ever expressed interested in watching and really knew nothing about it.
I, however, know that I’m not into vampires in any kind of way, I don’t even know if “vampire” should be capitalized.
But, when I walked in, Sookey and Bill were, well, in the throes.
“That’s it,” my husband said, pointing at the screen, “that’s all they do.”
So, naturally, I was intrigued and started watching with him. It’s officially our thing now.
But, beyond all the wild, crazy, “dirty dick and all” sex, we like the damaged relationship between Tara and her mother. We love that Tara is such an emotional mess and keeps pushing Sam away.
And fake voodoo woman?
And naked man turned dog shape shifting?
Count me, I mean, us in!
At this point, we’re pretty attached to Lafyette, so don’t tell us if he dies. We almost needed resuscitation when we thought he was dead at the end of Season 1.
So, we’re enjoying it, and Hubs has sternly looked at the dog and said, “I better not ever catch your ass naked at the end of my bed!”