It does explain all those copies of L.L. Bean under the mattress.

Randy was watching TV in the family room last night while I made chicken tacos. I heard him fumble for the remote to stop and rewind what he was watching, and then he called me.

"You've got to come see this!" He was jazzed enough that I, concerned he might exceed his nightly excitement threshold, stopped shredding chicken and went to see.

"Look! It's porn!" And before I could realize he was watching NBC, he replayed this:



It's an Old Navy Christmas commercial.

I think somebody just earned a raise in his excitement threshold.

We're going to start taking Maxim again, for starters; in hindsight, he's been spending way too much time reading the J. Peterman catalog. 
¶ posted by Erin on Tuesday, December 11, 2007