All Good Things Must End

I picked PuppyDogsAndBows up from the airport today. Thus, once again, effectively showing that all good things must pass. I suppose I'll get over it.

On the ride home we were talking about crime shows. I mentioned Monk as an example of one I just can't get into. She laughed, she doesn't like it either. "I've tried watching it a few times," she said, "because he has OCD, and supposedly I do too." I had to exert some serious effort to not blurt out, "Supposedly? Sister, you're the poster child for the need to medicate that disorder!" I maintained my composure. Thankfully, it was dark out so she couldn't see my expression.