hot eric was a free bonus with installation

Last night we got direct TV! Or DirecTV or whatever the hell it is. Kick ass! We got free installation, and a bonus hot guy. See, the guy who came to do our installation was the hottest in the world. Hot Eric. I came in from work and was puttering around the kitchen and all of a sudden he walked in from the back and I was like “why, hel-LO, Nurse!” So then I went and got Sammi who was holed up in her room and told her that the satellite dude was hot, and she came and “helped me with dinner.” Which means that she sat at the bar and ate sunflower seeds and helped me stare at Hot Eric. God, we were so blatant about it. She’d look over at me and mouth “HOT” and I’d be like “YEAH.” When Dad came in I even told HIM the satellite guy was hot and he just said “he’s married.”

Dammit. Why does everyone have to be married?

No matter. We stared anyway. I even flirted with him. And we had a moment – Dad was telling some story about how our c-band went out on the same day we ordered the DirecTV and Hot Eric and I both said “it’s a sign” in unison. Moment!

I’m so lame.

At one point Sammi leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I feel like those middle-aged office women on the Diet Coke Break commercial.” So true.

Argh, so he was at our house for a few hours and we did, in fact, provide him with a Diet Coke to fuel our fantasies, and then he left.

But he left a drill bit at our house.

And someone’s going to have to return it to him.

Bow-chicka-BOW-bow…

Also, we found a free special on PPV – a COLDPLAY CONCERT AT 6AM TODAY! Dad said he’d tape it and if he didn’t I’ll torch the television when I get home.

Ahh, DirecTV.