Erin called me at work the other day to announce she'd picked up a surprise for me at the library.
MacGyver. Season One. Complete. On DVD.
We watched the pilot last night after the kids went to bed. It was so lame! But I was transported back to my 10-year-old self.
I remembered the number of times I almost killed myself trying to re-create MacGyver's tricks. I actually cut a shot-gun shell in half to retrieve the powder. I was just about to ignite my flash bomb before my dad caught me.
It's amazing I survived to procreate. Thank you, evolution. I owe you one.