I’m having a fat morning.
I’ve mentioned this to two people already today, and then like a tool I say, “I hope it clears up before afternoon.”
Like it’s a zit on my head or something.
Just my luck, now I’ll get one.
Hey, my sister is off crutches, woo! She might even get to play next Thursday.
And also: last night as I walked in the door, Ginny was watching I Love The 80s Strikes Back, which I have not yet had an opportunity to see, and she goes “hey look, it’s DOUBLE DARE!”
And we seriously screamed like we were at a New Kids on the Block concert, circa 1990.
Oh, wait – that actually happened. In 1990.
And Sammi is all like “Oh yeah, and remember Family Double Dare and What Would You Do?”
Ginny and I were frantic. “NO, dude, it’s all about DOUBLE DARE. The original. Physical challenge! And the obstacle course and the flags and and and OH MY GOD!!! You’re too young to remember Double Dare!”
If some network was rerunning old episodes of Double Dare we’d watch that shit every day.
And Fun House. I really liked Fun House for some reason.
You know, Discovery Kids on NBC has a really convoluted sort of Survivor-like show for kids on Saturday mornings, and it’s not like I watch it every weekend or anything, but it’s not all that bad.