I know some of you out there who live in reality will scoff. And laugh. And call me crazy.
But, that's ok. It's all been said before.
Just 3 more weeks, and the final show will air.
My TV family is going away forever, and I can't be comforted.
Mr. "I-Get-Better-Lookin-Every-Day-George-Clooney" even stopped in last night for a bit. Lord, help me.
As I told my sis-in-law,
"That is one handsome man. Gray hair and all, honey."
Fifteen years and 648,957,248 episodes have come and gone. And now it's almost time to say good-bye.
I have started compiling the 34 boxes of Kleenex I'll use on that final Thursday night.
I can't help but wonder how it will all end. ER has sorta done everything as far as "shockers" go... falling helicopters, floods, bio-terrorism, rabid animals (?), and even helicopters chopping off limbs. People limbs. Gosh, I'm gonna miss that.
My sarcastic husband and the equally sarcastic boy feel the need to bombard me with their (stupid) predictions for the last episode.
"A bomb will blow up the whole hospital... and kill everyone."
"The entire hospital is gonna burn to the ground... and kill everyone."
"It will have all been someone's dream... and kill everyone." (I think they stole that one.)
What kind of made-up TV drama do they think I watch?
I need a CBC and a central line... STAT.
1 comment:
LOL my prediction is you will be sorely disappointed and left feeling like you have been robbed. Robbed of a fitting ending and of a decent goodbye to your favorite family outside of your own.... isnt that how all shows end? or maybe thats just me and how i felt about seinfeld and friends?
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