Everybody get an education yesterday? I thought you might.
And I, who knew it was coming, was still amazed to see body parts had to be blurred out, on daytime tv.
sigh. Sign of the times, I guess. Remember when Rob and Laura Petrie had twin beds?
Now I've had a lot of time to get used to this, and once I accepted the fact that there wasn't a darn thing I could do about that first segment being on the show (I tried, I tried), it became sort of funny.
You have to laugh at life. It'll kill you if you don't.
And I'm a laugher. Ask anyone.
So if you're still horribly offended by the fact that Frenchboro and The Ranch shared Oprah's attention, give it some time.
Around these parts, we've begun to joke about it.
(ok, ok, you know me well. We've been cracking wise for some time. But we're beginning to do it publicly!)
And so, in the interest of commemorating the event, to remember the fun we had putting this show together, to memorialize the party at my house where I squeezed 31 people where four feel squashed, The Big Guy is making me a sign for the house:
The Lobstah Ranch.
And if the price of lobsters goes down to 2 bucks a pound again this year, The Big Guy is going on the menu at giveaway prices!
Now let me show you what I delivered today.
Because, on Frenchboro, you never know what will come in the mail!
No, not Rob! In the box!
Hmmm, what IS that?
Donny got baby chickens! Rob couldn't wait to pass them off to me; he endured an hour of peeping on the ferry ride across!
I totally want a chicken now.