In perhaps one of the most ill-advised moves to hit their house in at least a decade, my parents and sister have taken in my sister’s “boyfriend”, whom my parents have met a grand total of one time and whom my sister visited at his Florida home perhaps three times in the two and a half years of their acquaintance. This has all the makings of a laugh-track-heavy, woefully miscast WB sitcom. I am not going out on a limb when I say abrupt cancellation even before mid-season, if not immediately after the pilot, is a distinct possibility. Stay tuned.
0 thoughts on “Fool House”
I can’t spell that word in any incarnation. Consequently, I fear the restaurant as well as the material (fabric?)
If I had known you were in the bathroom talking to yourself, I would have been a few minutes late to give you some more time in there.