That’s not really what I am try to communicate here. Read on…
The Lost Season Finale is tonight. I am half-ashamed for writing this. I am not a person who gets to/chooses to enjoy/absorb/obsess over television. Some of it has to do with guilt (how can I sit when there are so many other things to do?!) and some has to do with… ummm… what was my second point? Oh, some of it has to do with the fact that it feels kinda shallow to become so deeply invested in entertainment broadcast from a glowing rectangular object. Alas, I have caved. While the confession booth is still open, I watched the finale of Dancing with the Stars last night, and the finale of The Bachelor on Monday night. Shame, shame!
So, the Lost finale is tonight. Two sweet hours of getting lost in Lost. Michele, though we didn’t enjoy this series together… we did enjoy Blizzards on many wonderful, who-cares-about-the-calories occasions… Tonight, I will have a medium, not a small (it’s a 2 hour finale people!), and I will raise a spoon to you, my friend, in reflective celebration of our treasured Blizzard moments… may the future soon hold a time when we can tap our cups of blended ice cream indulgence together…
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