Thursday, May 2, 2013
If only . . .
There is a guilty secret that is becoming tiresome. I started watching Splash out of curiosity. A couple of episodes in, the DVR began recording them and I began not watching. Today, I decided to catch up and realized that if I had not recorded them so that it was easy to fast forward, Splash would have fallen by the wayside.
The two rotund commedians are long gone. And how many times can Kareem bend in the middle as he dives with his spaghetti legs? I am close to saying forget it. But it is also close to the finish. They refer to it as the finale but that is a term that is too grandiose for such a splash.
I will finish watching, I suppose, but with my finger ever-near to the fast forward.
Sometimes, I wish I could do the same thing with life . . .