All. Six. Seasons.
And then July was over. Not that the month was a complete waste. It was a month full of intrigue, mystery, suspense and Jack face.
We also learned that fat people love chicken.
Once Jack Shepard had successfully saved and killed the appropriate people, I said to Matt, "So we are going to work on the basement tomorrow, right?
"Sure," he said, "We'll get started on that tomorrow after I drop the neighbor's dog's great-aunt's owner off at the bus station."
By the time he got back, Mallory had informed him that today was the first of August. Apparently this means we need to go for a hike. Since we let the six year old call the shots around here, we went for a hike at a local preservation.