I just can’t take my eyes off my genie.
“I Dream of Jeannie,” I mean, the 1960 American TV sitcom.
Such a great show.
Beautiful lady.
Handsome man.
The problem of the day easily solved in 30 minutes, commercial breaks included.
With all five seasons on Amazon, I watch one after the other, all day long.
I love the show so much I’ve stopped cooking. Just frozen nuggies for me.
I love the show so much I’ve stopped bill paying. Might be why there’s no water in the apartment.
I love the show so much I can’t sleep, unless I’ve binge watched a whole season.
I love the show so much I dream I’m Jeannie or Tony, clothed in her pink silk or his military uniform.
No one tells me to snap out of it.
I tell myself to snap out of it.
The real world awaits.
My Jeannie or Tony is out there.
But first, I must watch a few – just a few! – episodes of “Love Island.”
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