I now have a one-hour block free in my DVR

Today was the last episode of Passions.

It was as crappy as the first.

I cried salty tears of bittersweet joy.

Or maybe that was the Almond Joy?

So what will these actors do, now, I wonder? Because it is not like any of these actors can actually act.

But really what I worry about are the monkeys. Who wrote the show. In between flinging poop and picking nits. Because there is NO WAY actual people wrote this show.

So do we need to open up space in the zoo? Or the circus? Are they the capuchin brand and can serve as helper monkeys? How will they eat? And what about their typewriters?

It is like Project X all over again, I tell you.

May Day

I felt like May's girl was especially appropriate because we have been having 50 MPH winds, wihch means that we have dust epoxied to our teeth at all times. It would be MUCH more pleasant if we just were standing over a coy little vent.
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And speaking of coy, on Passions Vincent/Valerie the he/she serial killer is almost ready to give birth to his/her father's baby! Who-rethra? Urethra, I say!

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Also, I found my wedding ring. This was especially gratifying because
1. I am married
2. It is, approximately, 300 carats.
3. While I am a contender for the island, I want EP to know I am already taken.

Where did I find it? In the jewelry dish by the sink. Where I ALWAYS keep it. Where I had searched EVERY day for three weeks.
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Finally, I give you:

"One, eight, senin wingpops!"
She keeps them in the fridge and licks them once a day.