I have a special relationship with my TiVo.
I know it's an inanimate object, but how many things do you know that sit around storing up mental vacations in 1/2 hour blocks just for you? Or happily stop what they're doing just so you can run to the kitchen for a potato chip chaser for your ice cream and then resume without complaining about making it wait? Or will go back and repeat itself without rolling its eyes because you weren't paying attention? Or isn't offended because you want to skip a third of what it saved just for you?
My TiVo and I are tight. But I'm beginning to wonder if it's becoming an unhealthy relationship. Because now I get irritated when I can't pause and rewind the radio. What did he just say? Or pause my children and even rewind them when I'm feeling nostalgic. Or fast forward to when PB gets home from work.
I think it's contagious, too. The other night we were on the floor playing a board game when Obi Wan-da jumped up and said, "Can you pause it? I gotta go to the bathroom!"
I know I should find that troubling, but please don't stage an intervention. There's a new season of The Office starting next week, so if lovin' my TiVo is wrong, I don't wanna be right!