Well, you’re partly right. I did spend some time last night in Seattle. Figuratively speaking, that is. Now you really don’t know what I’m talking about, do you? Or do you?
Come on, ‘fess up. You’re not alone. There’s more than forty million of us.
Grey is no longer just a colour. Probably never will be again. Not since those books took the world by storm. And I don’t mean, just the women folk, either. There may not be a lot of men reading them, but trust me, a whole lot of them are the beneficiaries of their wives and girlfriends reading them. That’s all I’m saying. You figure it out.
So back to last night. My Thursday evening may have taken me to Seattle, but Christian Grey was nowhere in sight. I am not talking about the Fifty Shades of Grey books. Gotcha!
Last night was the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy.
It is definitely one of my weaknesses. I should probably be embarrassed to admit this, but I have been known to refuse invitations to go out on Thursday nights, because Grey’s is on. Please try to not hold it against me. We all need to relax and give our brains a rest, from