“After dropping Brandi off at the airport to go back to her skeevy boyfriend—with a ticket I paid for, no less, only to find her hours later with her head in Raff’s lap, no less—an idea has formed, a realization if you will. I don’t know, anyway, here it is: My family will be the death of me. And I don’t mean that in a ‘You kids will rue the day’ kind of way. No, I’m talking about knocking on heaven’s door, charge the beach at Normandy, shuffle off that mortal coil, deceased. But the real epiphany is I have absolutely no say in the matter. I wonder why I’m not more upset.”
- In Plain Sight, S01E11
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I miss this show
And I definitely wish we had a little more quiet time around here (i.e. not so many family members in the house).
I could use a bagel and jazz day once a week, maybe a litte yard-saleing... Hard to have the ideal lazy day with so many damn PEOPLE everywhere.
["Ravadl" looked, at first glance, like ravioli, which made me begin to salivate. Now, at closer inspection, it brings to mind some sort of curdled soup...]
Who knew two people could constitute a crowd. Do our family memebrs have the tendency to expand or something?
At least I get several hours of aloneness a couple times a week. It's a beautiful thing.
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