Satellite Radio, GH Repeat

GH was a repeat yesterday. A horrid one at that. Oh well. When you're on 5 days a week, 52 weeks out of the year, you're bound to have a clunker.

Unfortunately, there is an Olde Running Joketh that the show has and TIIC finally broke down and ignored it. That's just sad.

The joke is that the Quartermaines....the most fabulously wealthy family native to Port Charles....can never seem to get the Thanksgiving Turkey right and end up ordering pizza.

Because the episode TIIC chose to air yesterday was so wretched, I didn't bother to watch the whole thing. For all I know, it was last Thanksgiving's Very Special Episode.

Don't know.

Don't care.

If TIIC don't care, why on Earth should I?

Anyway, in more a more festive vein. I had a ball at Thanksgiving yesterday. After all the oldsters left, my sister and I cranked up the Satellite Radio to 60s tunes and danced for three solid hours.

I thought my brother-in-law was going to split a gut he was laughing so hard.

I kept teasing him that most guys have to pay a lot of money (at least bring a bunch of $1 bills) to watch women dance together.

Hee.

Hope everyone here in the Blogosphere had a great day yesterday!

Now, as House would put it, go forth and shop! The other holidays fast approacheth! Personally, Daddio and I are going out to the Very Sincere Christmas Tree Farm way the hell out in the countryside to kill a tree and schlep it home.

Excelcior!