Netflix Cheaters

There was a funny little article in the Post last Sunday titled "Getting Some on The Sly" about how enticing those little red Netflix envelopes are when they arrive and how they often tempt one to break that relationship commandment "Thou Shalt Not Netflix Without Me." (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/29/AR2007062900539.html) Cesar and I generally have no problem with this commandment because we may as well have two different subscriptions, so different are our viewing tastes. Every couple weeks or so, I try to go through our queue to make sure it's ordered so that say "Shooter" and "The Painted Veil" will be at home at the same time so that we each have something to watch when we're so inclined.

Well...now I've gone and gotten myself into catching up on the first season of Rome and in effort to spend a little time together July 4th Eve I got Cesar to actually sit down and watch two episodes with me. And he didn't hate it! So I should have had the courtesy to ask if he wanted to watch the last episode on the disc with me last night, but you see, he wasn't feeling well and he dosed up with Zyrtec and nasal spray and went to bed early, and since I had completed Leila's bedtime routine and mounds of dishes on my own, I thought it every bit in my right to pour a big glass of wine and sit back to see if Pompey would accept Ceasar's "truce." Of course I was caught in my infidelity! Cesar slunk half way down the stairs with squinted eyes and crossed arms turned to the TV, then turned to me and gave me that "how could you look." Well, not really, it was more the now you're going to come up late and wake me up in my sick bed look. He didn't miss any orgies after all, and if he had, and I hadn't been caught, I would of course have feigned that I hadn't yet watched and encouraged him to do so with me tonight.