A few Christmases ago I caught Ken Cannon secretly watching the Hallmark Channel. Like, a lot.
"Wait," I'd say. "Are you secretly watching the Hallmark Channel?"
"No," he'd say.
But I kept catching him at it.
"Wait," I'd say. "Are you secretly watching the Hallmark Channel?"
"A little," he'd say. "But the movies are really stupid." Which, apparently, is the reason he'd always change the channel when I'd walk into the room.
And then last Christmas he stopped changing the channel. He just owned it. He, Ken Cannon, likes Hallmark Christmas movies. And now he's watching the cozy mysteries they produce, too.
Which brings me to a description of our new reality as a couple. He's downstairs watching the Hallmark Channel. I'm upstairs watching a game. I don't even care which game it is as long as it's a game.
And there you have it. Old Love.
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not only does Raymond watch the Hallmark Channel but the food network...and yes I watch the game, any game, as long as its a game.
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