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Good morrow, West Beverly.

I spent the week in Florida, where the temperatures were frigid and bedtime was at 10pm.  Paradise found.  Southwest Florida is my kind of place: Rise at 8am, dinner at a decent hour, then some television before retiring for the night.  If only I could train my mother to be on the same schedule.  If my desired age is 68, hers is 23.  My favorite aunt in the world, Rose Mary (sorry everyone else), made the perfect partner in crime.  We took control of the car, enjoyed some fine dining, then dragged Mary Ellen home to catch Keeping Up With The Kardashians.  M.E. would mosey on over to the couch in her Lilly Pulitzer pajamas and bitch about how stupid the show was.  The next morning, I found Mary Ellen in her bedroom, watching the exact same episode.  What a rat fink.  Also, Mary Ellen is Kris Jenner. 

After the trip wrapped, I told Mary Ellen that as much as I enjoyed the time off, I missed my DVR.   All just passed me by.  It was a delight to spend time with family, especially Rose (who believes in Team Brenda and has the same taste in television).  But it will be good to get back to what I love: Television, pop culture, Hollywood. 

A special thanks to M.E. and R.M. for putting up with my snot-faced antics.  I especially enjoyed the moments when Mary Ellen would don a bathing suit, sarong and sneakers for her walks on the beach.  Sadly, she refused to let me capture the image.