One of my favourite things about this show is the side character continuity. And seeing Mr. Huggins randomly in this ep makes me hopefully we’ll see Marshmallow again soon..
One of my favourite things about this show is the side character continuity. And seeing Mr. Huggins randomly in this ep makes me hopefully we’ll see Marshmallow again soon..
Somehow my second favourite Linda moment of this ep (after Linda wine-ing on the couch) was when she went full-on mom, put her foot down and took the kids inside. Super-relatable to my own parental dynamic and somehow very grounding after all the hijinks and chaos preceding it.
I was way more invested than I expected in Bob getting a win at the end. And everyone getting turkey.
I was so entertained by HBJ’s reading of that name every time he said it that I didn’t realize the joke until I read your comment. Man, that’s like the inverse of “Sheesh, Cab, Bob?” - I didn’t get that joke until I said it out loud in my head just earlier this year.
The cut to Linda on the bed hit really close to home. I’ve tried going konmari but it takes me half an hour to work through the nostalgia associated with any given object I own and I don’t even have kids.
We Canadians did Thanksgiving over a month ago, but I’m thankful for Bob’s “Independence Day” rant. Also aren’t all kids around Louise’s age pyromaniacs given half the chance?
So he’s updating Verdi’s “Nabucco”? OK.
There are few things more humbling than buying a bag of crunchy carb-y salt honestly intending it to last a week and an hour later realizing you’re running your fingers in the creases at the bottom of the bag to get all the crumbs and savory goodness.
We don’t have Gardetto’s in my neck of the woods that I’ve seen (Canada), but a provincial snack distributor sometimes carries bagged seasoned rye bagel chips. They used to deliver to my building and it was the best/worst thing ever to get emails from our admin that just said “Nutman’s here” in the subject line on…
My theme song when I try to purge and wind up reminiscing for an hour or two every time I pick up an object and throwing out maybe a Christmas card from 1989:
Graded against other shows, this would be more B/B+ for me, but graded against the series as a whole, B- seems about right. It was slight and low-stakes, sure, but I man, have I ever been Bob and Linda at that party and did I ever cringe for them and sigh with relief when Jen called. Also 9-1-Buns and Ms. LaBonz made…
I’m trying to smush myself in between but matching the lighting is a bitch.
DAMMIT KINJA LET ME POST MY SCREENCAPS
BRB screencapping Chris Evans and Paul Rudd hugging and photoshopping myself in
“Hey, it’s Meth Damon.” - comment on FB
I would pay to watch a Bro Battle of Evanses vs Hemsworths. Just sayin’.
I think as an adult, it’s a consequence of logistics, more than anything. Like getting unexpectedly stuck in bad traffic after leaving work with a stomach bug. Most people I know have shared at least one pooped-my-pants story with me and they definitely involve extenuating circumstances like that. Or being blackout…
Well, now I have to have a donair pizza for a lunch “supplement”...
I can’t remember the exact line, but Bob suddenly noticing the gold thread in The Pants made me guffaw.
Thanks for volunteering! (I mean that sincerely) I make a point of thanking everyone I have an interaction with from Elections Canada on voting day because you guys make it possible. (Also - implementing electronic voting would mean either setting up a whole new department/ministry which would have to paid for…