Might as well face it you're addicted to...

24.

We got a care package a few weeks ago from Pete and Blade, and in it was seasons 2 and 3 of 24, the series. We'd seen season 1 last winter and I had a vague recollection of how caught up in it we got, but I figured there's no way we'll get all wrapped up in it this time. I mean, Momster doesn't even normally like shoot-em-up action movies. But we fired up season 2 episode 1 early last week after we got home from our Estes Park trip, thinking we could just relax and calm our minds after a long day of driving. WRONG! We were both fished in after the first 10 minutes.

Now, with our two little girls around, we don't even turn on the tv until 9:00 or so, after they are safely in bed. So we can't just have a 24 hour marathon (actually I suggested it, but that idea didn't fly). But pretty much every night for the last 2 weeks we've been watching 24. Sometimes 1 episode if we really got a late start, but usually 2 or 3. And it's so hard to quit watching, there's so many balls in the air: Jack will be flatlining after the latest torture session, his daughter stupidly blundering into yet another improbable kidnapping, the President under attack by virtually everyone he's ever appointed. And it just stops right in the middle! But it's midnight, so we grudgingly turn off the DVD and somehow wait for the next night and a fresh round of murder and mayhem.

Well, tonight we finished season 2. So it's over, we're done! KT's in bed knowing the world is safe (for a while) and I'm on the computer. And it's not yet midnight.

But then again, we do have season 3 upstairs, calling us...