Background: My mom retired last year and went to work with my dad last August. I received an email today from her. This was the signature (in comic sans):
Danita W. Sheppard
Email conversation as follows:
Me: you should really title yourself, administrative assistant or controller. secretary is so old school.
Mom: I know. I started to put wife.
Me: give yourself more credit. head bitch in charge.
Mom: How about BOSS
I’ve been thinking recently about a list of 30 before 30 things I want to do, to see, to go, etc. prior to my 30th birthday.
I still haven’t decided if I actually want to create this list, but I think if I do I’m going to add ComicCon to my list. I really, really want to geek out with all my favorite TV characters. I’m blaming SOA Facebook photos for this feeling right now.
Good because we are. Seriously the best show I’ve EVER seen. And I watch a lot of TV, so I’m kind of an expert.
I have a few friends who watch it, but they failed to tell me how freaking fantastic this is.
I started watching on Friday night at my parents house, because what else are you going to do in Pink Hill? And then spent all day yesterday (while recovering from a some-what 10th high school reunion) watching season 2. I’ve got three episodes to finish tonight. It’s happening. Then I’m going to be in a deep dark depression waiting for the next season.
Whitney and Sam, I’m coming in exactly 18 days! Holy shit get ready!