I’m ashamed to admit: We watched the pilot of “Fuller House.” It was as cheesy, saccharinly sweet, awfully acted, and horribly scripted, as the original series (Full House) was, which I hated, by the way, and never watched, beyond catching snippets of when flipping past it while channel surfing. But I was remotely curious about how they all looked now, and I had a bit of a stressful day getting ready for SOMEONE’S birthday (ahem…Jim) so I needed something to counteract my natural state of “I’m sure I’m going to screw this up somehow or forget something important” stressed, anxious state of mind whenever I’m trying to do anything for anyone.
Now I feel ashamed, like you do after eating an entire sheet cake, stealing candy out of your nieces Halloween stash, or masturbating at work (only one of which I’ve ever done – you decide.) Let me tell you shame layered over stress does not make a good recipe for “happy upping.”
It’s time to break out the cocktail therapy.