You know how I love 80s sitcoms, right? Well, it has taken me 20 years, but I have figured out that all of these sitcoms have gimmicks. I finished watching season 1 of Charles in Charge, and the brilliant gimmick on that show is to have the kids speak in unison--and they aren't saying things that you and a sibling or you and a friend might reasonably say at the same time like: who's zooming who, or tuffu*. And they don't even say "jinx" after they say these long phrases in unison--they aren't even trying to be realistic! Why don't they just burst into song or have a leprechaun that speaks to Charles and gives him child-rearing advice?

I prefer the unison thing to stories about winning the lottery and then losing the tickets--why does every stinking show think they will be the one show to make this lame story line amusing? (I'm talking to you, Friends.)
Oh, I meant gimmicks beyond the normal sitcom--my child is a robot--gimmick.
And I will admit to you that I have been practicing singing the harmony part to the Charles in Charge theme song--so Essie, you better be practicing because you will be singing the melody at this Christmas' family talent show.

I remembered what I wanted to tell you about the dating sites-I noticed that the women on those sites seemed to have much lower standards than the men. For example, there were men on there that actually said: no fat chicks, and then there were women with great jobs and great physical attributes that said their ideal men just had to have jobs. You could look and see what education level their ideal date would have achieved, and I was surprised by the number of women who just required "some college"--these were women in grad programs or women who had already obtained their grad degree. Why????

For the record, I cannot date someone without a college degree--and I would rather not date someone without a grad degree. And no divorced men, no one with kids (I'll make an exception for robot children), and no moustaches. And in a dream world, no one with cats. And he would not smoke--actually this is now a must, I refuse to die from second hand smoke. Sometimes I have dreams that I still smoke, and my reaction in the dream is always: oh, crap, I thought I quit and yet here I am smoking.

Hey look, here's my cute dog:



*tore up from the floor up--pronounced too-foo