The Series Finale

The Series Finale is not usually the second entry or episode of the show.

But, when I have ever done anything on time?

Tonight, I had to say goodbye to the leading man in my TV show life.

Over a year ago, I drove my little white car to Philadelphia for the first time. My nerves were fluttering in my stomach. I was blasting air conditioner to deter the glistening sweat that was forming all over due to the incoming meeting.

I was on my way to meet Don and Sharon McKay and all of Philadelphia.

Naturally, because it is me, I got lost due to my GPS system, who is lovingly called Jean after my fifth grade teacher ( not so lovingly). It had me turned all the way around.

I get there. And a question that is so simple yet so vital--ring the doorbell or knock? Knocking sounds so harsh. Ringing the doorbell seems so alarming.

I do not remember what I did but I do remember walking in the door, sitting the down, and thinking...I can eat Thanksgiving for the rest of my life with these people.

That was my first of my many pilgrimages to Philadelphia.

And tonight, I made my last.

Richard, my leading man, is moving to Washington DC to follow his political dreams.

And in so doing, my trips to Philly are ending as well.

It was an ending perfect for a TV show-I ate dinner at a restaurant I have been begging Richard to take me to ever since we started dating.

We ate with his friends who have become my friends.

And I said goodbye to the Philly life, but as I was doing it, a song played and Don waved goodbye.

I hate waiting for the new tv season to start because you never know what is in store.

And you always think it cannot get better than last season.

Here's to a great season. And a great ending.

And hopefully, a wonderful beginning.

There's a spider in my shower (In a Woody voice)

OK.

OK.

I know that I do not write on here.

Period.

I mean my own background kicked the bucket. That's a bad sign.

But the good news is...there's more to come.

My tv moment of the day:
Turn on my water for the shower. Step in. I am nude. Obviously. There is a HUGE spider in the shower with me. But, remember, I am nude. So I have so much exposure to be bitten. I am trapped. I hate spiders. I jump out, grab toilet paper and try to terminate the spider by squishing it. Fail. The toilet paper turned soggy. It was killing a monster with a marshmellow..or better..a cotton swab. I run out of the shower leaving a trail of tears and hot bath water to grab my chaco..I felt this is the most water-proof shoe I own. I grab it, jump in the shower, and kill it.
Problem #2- HUGE spiders dont go down drains. So I am stuck bathing with 8 legs. Gross. I grab toilet paper. Again. But this time the soggy stuff can at least pick up a dead spider. So, from the now safe insides of my shower, I aim and throw the toilet paper and spider into the toilet. GOAL!
Problem Solved.

Now tell me that will not be the next slapstick comedy on NBC. That's what I thought.

Happy trails! Check your showers.