Star Trek

So, when I met my (future) husband (a decade ago, my b-day still smarts), I gave up my nerdy ways. Yeah, ok, not quite, but I did give up granny underwear, button up shirts, loafers, and my star trek addiction. I loved star trek; I watched all of the original shows as reruns. I watched the new generation when it was still new. I asked for the movies for christmas. I may or may not have had a secret crush on Kirk.

Anyhow, the Star Trek VHS's followed me through many moves, and hubby and I would occasionally indulge in one. Who could not love the Wrath of Khan?

I was still surprised a few weeks ago when hubby found an original star trek on tv and watched it. Whoa. So I suggested we watch again last night. The Trouble with Tribbles episode was on. We watched, and laughed. And I'm hooked, again. And so is he.

I guess, so long as we stay away from granny pants, we'll be ok.

Scotty (after he beamed all the tribbles aboard the Klingon's ship): ...why, Captain, it was no tribble at all.