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Season Premieres...at Long Last

House.  Was pretty good, but not incredibly uplifting. House and Cuddy, well, that's going to be a rocky road under the best of circumstances and their circumstances are anything but that.

Tonight...Grey's Anatomy. Yay! I cannot wait to see how they sort out the mess they created at the end of last season. We have wounded Derek, Meredith sans child, Alex and Lexi and McSteamy.. and oh my.  It's going to be a good one, I can already feel it in my answer seeking bones.

Private Practice. Ok, I know I've complained about this show being too New Agey and stuff, but ..I do like it. So I'm committing to watching at the least the first few episodes of this new season to give it a chance.

To prepare for tonight I've proposed a sushi dinner to Hubby, preferably out, so we can get that pesky eating stuff out of the way and get ready for some fun TV!

Then after dinner, comfy pjs', kitty nearby, a remote, and possibly an adult beverage or maybe hot tea. Not sure yet...oh and my phone 'cuz JL and I text incessantly during these shows...and I'm betting my Baby Girl will chime in too...which will be so much fun!

That's it. That's all I've got for now. Stay tuned...for deeply insightful musings as I sip my coffee tomorrow and try to figure out where this season is headed in my fav shows.
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