In so many ways, this moment in Bob’s Burgers really illustrated my personal relationship with furniture. It doesn’t matter how far away I am from a piece of furniture, I will find a way to bump into it … as evidenced by the countless gouges, scrapes, cuts, scratches, bruises and scars from my hips down.
(ETA: Inspired by the two inch scrape I just put in my thigh at the ‘hands’ of an Ikea end table, around which there is a very clear walking path.)
ugh…*shivers*…it hurt me to even type it.
When I was younger, if people started liking something (a show, band, whatever) a year or two after me, I’d roll my eyes and take on my “Um…I liked that before it was cool” attitude.
Now? I’m begging people to like things “Dammit just watch this show once, you’ll LOVE it.”“PLEASE listen to JUST THIS TRACK!” It’s so much more satisfying to have other people around who like the things you like!
I now understand where the term “hot as balls” comes from.
Although I don’t miss the humidity of DC at all. I really like how when the sun sets in LA everything cools off. 5 stars.