So Bea Arthur passed away over the weekend. I'm so sad. I'm seriously obsessed with the Golden Girls. I have almost every season on DVD and watch them, like, every week. I'm running my own Golden Girls marathon right now. I'm up to Season Three, Disc Three and laughing my ass off.
Since it's a rainy Monday, I'm not really motivated to do much else than curl up on the couch with the dog and watch TV. Every now and then I have to get up and grab the umbrella to escort Bosley outside. You'd think a 150 plus pound Great Dane wouldn't be afraid of a little rain, but he's a big blubbery baby about it. He'll do the pee-pee dance until his legs are shaking rather than go out into the rain so Dave or I have to get out the big umbrella and hop puddles while he looks for the perfect spot.
Yes. It looks as ridiculous as it sounds.
RIP Dorothy Zbornak.
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