|It says Hanson...|
As for Downton Abbey, I honestly don't know which of us gets a bigger kick out of it. On Sunday, when he realized that we had to pick between Once Upon a Time and Downtown, I was a little surprised when he picked the one about the landed gentry in early 20th century England over the one about goblins, dragons, and, his usual favorite, swords. While most guys turn and run at the sound of "costume drama", he willingly sits and watches, pays attention, and talks about it later. He knows what Edith did to Mary and how Mary got her back but good. He knows that I have hated Jane since the first moment I laid eyes on her, and why, and he agrees. To put it plainly, he knows who "the Chicken Lady" is, and he loves her. Having someone who is not only willing but happy to watch Masterpiece Theater with me on a weekly basis has basically fulfilled one of my lifelong dreams, and for that, I will be eternally thankful.
|The Husband could totally tell you the names of everyone|
in this picture. Even the Chicken Lady.