I keep you my dirty little secret

I found Jack Bauer in my mailbox today, restlessly waiting between the magazines and the bills.

His mission for me is simple: Watch an insane amount of television to plow through the fourth season of his hit show to keep up with Punky. Punky has the intestinal fortitude to watch eight episodes straight while I start gnawing on the furniture from nervous tension around my fourth episode.

I started a scarf for Bec after the second episode of the evening with 20 stitches. By the end of the third ep, I was down to 16 stitches. It is rare for me to drop a stitch, much less 4.

But, it's addictive, smart television that assumes its viewers are intelligent.

So, bring it on!

(Side Note: The picture is toys from 24 Season 1, which is hilarious. Jack Bauer is in the middle, looking unkempt, tired and slightly derailed as usual. If I owned these dolls, I would have the most fun with his daughter, the blond female of questionable fashion taste, having her be kidnapped, kidnapped, and kidnapped. That girl needs every tracking device possible implanted pronto!)