I turned off the television as Roo walked into the living room.
“What were you watching?”
“It was obviously something,” Roo said, sitting down on the couch. He motioned his hand towards the remote.
“Don’t judge,” I said, handing it to him.
Roo turned on the television. A loud Yuuuuuuup! emitted from the speakers. Roo smiled. “Storage Wars?”
“I can’t help myself. It’s like a redneck treasure hunt.”
“Well, that guy who has something against sleeves, is hilarious.”
“That’s Darrell,” I laughed, “I pretty much love everything he says. His voice? Classic.”
“Who’s the one in the hazmat suit?,” Roo said, pointing at the screen, “He looks like he walked straight out of American Grafitti.”
“That’s Barry. And I’d totally buy him a drink.” I paused, “I wish I didn’t like these shows. It’s bad enough that I make you watch The Biggest Loser every fall.”
“Honestly? I prefer this, than watching that ex-marine yell at obese contestants. It gives me heartburn.”
“Watching that show after eating dinner is a bit masochistic.”
Roo muted the television. “What are we having for dinner by the way?”
“Do I even have to tell you?”
“Something from our CSA?”
I nodded and started walking towards the kitchen.
“Using up some of the zucchini?”