This is highly unusual for me, but I seem to have spent the entire weekend watching the Showtime series Weeds. It all started out rather innocently last weekend when the season 1, disk 1 arrived from Netflix. My husband wasn't even interested in watching the show. By the second episode we were both hooked. I don't even want to count how many episodes I've watched since I popped disk 2 in my DVD player on Friday night, but let's just say that this morning we finished season 2 and at 10:00 a.m. I was on the phone to Time Warner Cable impulse-subscribing to Showtime. I cleaned the family room while I watched Nancy fish her weed out of her suburban swimming pool --- hey, it made me feel like I was doing something productive. The last time I watched a tv series in a marathon-like manner Puck was living in the Real World house in San Francisco.
We are on episode 29, I think, and from what I can tell we need to pace ourselves, because I have no clue when season 4 begins. Do you?
