After years of yelling at my family to get their ass off the couch...

I've suddenly become super-glued to mine.

My husband recently signed up for that streaming Netflix thing with Apple TV. I decided that I should learn how to use it and figure out how that queue thing works so I clicked a couple of buttons and downloaded three seasons of the AMC series, Breaking Bad. I had heard that it was good.

Four and a half hours later, my husband, thinking that I had fallen asleep in the chair like I always do, screamed from upstairs, "Time to wake up!"

I hit the pause button and screamed, "Don't bug me, I'm in the middle of watching this show!"

He came downstairs in a flash because he's never ever seen me watch this much TV, nor be awake at this hour. I hit the pause button again.

"I'm on episode 4, Season 1 and I'm only breaking for the bathroom. Need anything?"

"Now look who's talking", he laughed. "See...TV is not so bad."

"TV is BREAKING BAD...I'm obsessed. Stay if you like, but I'm hitting the play button." I said.

As he disappeared up the stairs, I heard him call out, "You're going to have Bryan Cranston dreams."

Like, that's a bad thing? Two hours later, I peeled myself off of the chair. I was a little bit stiff but that's what happens to Couch Potatoes. OMG... I can't wait until tomorrow night. I sure hope that I can go another six episode stretch of this beyond-amazing series, Breaking Bad. It's the really good kind of bad...you know, the kind that makes your ass fuse to the couch.