Anyone else miss dead loved ones during the holidays? Drop your stories below; I’ll read them. It’s supposed to be nothing but hot sexy joy around Thanksgiving and Christmas and I can’t be the only one who feels this sad stuff. Let’s share a little bit here — grief, favorite memories, pissed off feelings, whatever — in spite of our culture that expects us to keep this stuff to ourselves.
(Note: I am not religious but was raised Catholic and have the utmost sincerest respect for anyone who is religious and finds comfort in that.)
Can’t bring myself to watch the Malcom in The Middle reboot. Wasn’t a bad show by any means, but don’t think I could even watch the old ones again. It wasn’t escapist enough, kinda remember that about Roseanne too.