Sunday, aka My Day Of Being Old Like Ted was a rousing success (mmmmm, cupcakes), made all the more wonderful because of my kick-ass flist. Aw, flist!

*happy sigh* You're all so good to me. I did my best to answer all the posts/comments, but if I missed yours, please let me know! Then I can personally fondle you and add ya into my
So, you may find yourself asking, what does a Ree do on her Day Of Being Old Like Ted? She... does nothing! Glorious, glorious nothing! Mmmmm. I got to be lazy all day and IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL THING. Mostly spent it crashed out on the couch with an almost embarrassing amount of Chinese take-out boxes and QaF S1. It's been so long since I've had the time to just sit and wallow in the eps, one after another (after another after another...). More on that later. ;) Suffice to say, I am in no danger of falling out of love with this show. Ever. Brian was so fucked from day one. Also, Justin running will never not be funny.
Plus because awhile ago I was all "I am going to watch the finale in August!!!" and wanted to marathon all the seasons leading up to it. Without actually, y'know, knowing what day that was. I checked. It's the 7th. Uh, that is only seven days away. SEVEN DAYS.

Aaaaand cue my frantic Qafathon, woot! Not sure if I'm gonna get through all the seasons by then, but I'm gonna have fun trying. Must do my best not to get waylaid at the cancer arc, however. I tend to rewatch those eps on a loop and forget to move on.
