inching toward the 20th century

My dad agreed to get cable! The last time we had cable was when I was a baby. My parents put me in one of those clicking self-rockers and put me in front of MTV. My mom likes to ask me, "Don't you remember watching Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time'?" Sorry Mom, my mental capacity had not yet formed.

Now if we could only invest in some call-waiting...