I've Made a Mistake

I've made a HUGE mistake. This might be one of the only times you hear me utter those words. Don't worry, I've got an explanation:

Last week I was so proud that I had successfully chosen a show that both Husband and I liked: 24. 24 is a show that stars Jack Bauer (which my mom thinks is really funny because there is a semi-hermit man that lives in Ruby Valley whose name is Jack Bower), who is a federal agent who works at CTU (Counter Terrorist Unit) in Los Angeles. The entire show is supposed to happen in a 24 hour period wherein the United States is facing a major terrorist attack.

While there are other players in the show as well, Jack Bauer is the end-all do-all. If Jack Bauer isn't on the job, nothing gets done. He kills people, he tortures people, he scares people, and he beats people up for information. He is constantly talking people into covering for him, breaking "protocol", and driving cars really, really fast. And if all of that weren't enough to convince you to watch the show, he also carries around what I would classify as a "man bag" full of guns, smoke canisters, grenades, and sweet tech gadgets. Basically what I'm saying is that Jack Bauer is synonymous with AWE-SOME.

Anyway, we've been getting the fifth season shipped to us from Blockbuster. However, Friday and Saturday, we found ourselves without the next disk. In order to fill in the extra 24-less time, we raced to Walmart and bought seasons one and two (only $35 for hours and hours of entertainment) so that Husband could get up to speed. We spent six hours Saturday and six hours Sunday watching season one before I had to go to bed. Apparently Husband thought that 24 was more important than sleep as he stayed up to watch the remainder.

Monday, while I went off to work to sweat and toil, Husband took a "personal day". Before I left for work, season two was blaring. When I came home ten hours later, Husband had not switched positions (although I know for a fact that somewhere in there he unloaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen).

I settled in and we watched 4 hours together and then it was time for me to go to bed again. NOT HUSBAND. I felt him slip into bed at about 2am after reaching the end of season two and 18 nearly continuous hours of 24 (each episode is actually only 45 minutes long).

I've created a monster. He is now talking about getting seasons three and four. He answers his phone, "Jack Bauer". Anytime I call, he pretends that he is giving me tactical commands. He knows all of Jack Bauer's catch phrases, his favorite of which is, "You don't want to try me" (which he always says if someone won't give him the information he needs...and he usually says it while pointing his gun at their kneecaps).

Here is a conversation we had last night while watching season five:

Husband: Do you think I could have a man bag like Jack Bauer?
Me: What are you going to put in it?
H: Weapons.
Me: Weapons? What for?
H: The terrorists.
Me: The terrorists at your job?
H: Yeah.

I was laughing so hard I was almost peeing my pants.