Shane, my husband, the light of my life...

…will often talk about a movie or a show that “we” watched, and he thinks “we” watched it because we were both in the room while it was playing and maybe I was looking at the screen, but he severely underestimates just how much I can be in a room while something is on, even stare at the screen for a sizeable portion of it, and not pay a single iota of attention because there’s a thought to think or a puppy to pet or a phone to scroll or a bowl of popcorn to dig through that is holding my attention more, but also I have a horrible memory and do definitely forget some things that I have actually seen, so could be either, could be both — I’m a complicated woman.