Watching TV with Rick on Saturday morning was fun. Or not. I guess it was fun when I was actually watching. But I was tired and drifted in and out of sleep while he laughed and sneered at whatever came on. Mostly weather. Yeah, that can cause Rick to sneer. And to laugh.
I vaguely remember some commercial coming on about clothes. Lots of clothes. And I made some silly comment about how I don't own enough clothes and probably should buy more.
Rick glared at me and said, "Just like that cartoon."
"The one with George Jefferson."
"The rich guy? You're comparing me to George Jefferson and Weezy and Florence the maid?"
"But why do you think it's a cartoon?"
"Cuz it was. They rode around on chairs. Electric chairs."
"What the heck...?" And then it became clear. "You mean the Jetsons?"
"Yeah. George Jefferson. Meet George Jefferson.... Jane, his wife."
Hmmmm, I guess that's why we're movin’ on up now.