I am slowly recovering from the horror of Christoga but it's going to take awhile to fully get over that one. If you google Janine Turner you can see that she's really gone through some strange changes. She's a conservative talk-radio host, has dyed her hair platinum, and has an album of easy-listening Christian music out that she did with her daughter.
It's just too much to bear.
Northern Exposure, for a lot of us, was more than a television show. It somehow became a very, very real place. In fact, two years ago, I used a clip from one of the shows to illustrate what I wanted to do with my blog.
You can go see that here if you would like to try and help erase the image of Janine Turner's newly defined lips from your mind.
And I need to drive Mr. Moon to town to pick up a vehicle and then we're going to pack for our little trip to Perry, Georgia.
I hope they have wireless at the New Perry Hotel. I told Owen we were going away for a few days, his Boppy and I. "Stay in a hotel-house?" he asked.
"Yes," I told him. "We are."
"Me go too!" he said.
Maybe next time, little man. Maybe next time.
Happy Friday, y'all.