I am ashamed

I started watching Game of Thrones last week.

Today, I'm one episode away from finishing season 3.

Earlier this week, I found myself suggesting that my son's toy soldiers lay siege on another troop to sack the city.

I bid my daughter farewell as she left for school this morning.

I think a dragon would make an excellent addition to our family.

And I may never recover from the Red Wedding.

I haven't felt this emotionally wrecked since finishing "The Hunger Games" trilogy.

I need to go back to just watching HGTV.