Well, it took eight months, but this FOOBlite begged to be mashed. Actually, Elly begged to be screamed at with even more spite and vitriol than toddler Elizabeth could get by with a big-ass screaming-Mimi “NO!”
Making fun of this tired attempt to “capture the magic” is too easy. Give it up, Lynn. Please. Go away.
Finally! The entire Morgan clan (and Agnes, honorary Morgan clan drunken old aunt) meet Willy! What excitement! AND there’s a club sandwich!
But all is not frilly toothpicks on the S.S. Surly!
…add Dead Lisa — that makes three!
I don’t know how many folks at CC called this, that Les’ “date” would have a chaperone, but yep! It did!
And the thought of Lisa bowing out gracefully after she gives Les the “thumbs up” about Cayla? Surely you jest!
