Yes, fair readers, I have officially bitten off more than I can chew. And I choked on it. When you do one too many things, you fail at all of them. And that? Is me.
So, I have been pushed by my overwhelming misery into a coma of inaction. I finally bathed today. But immediately got right back in my bed, where I am on my 38th consecutive episode of the only thing that is getting me through:
Not the drug itself, because I've never been one for illegal substances. (Or legal ones - thank God I quit drinking 5 years ago, or I would've probably had my stomach pumped by now.)
I now believe this is the greatest show ever. Well, maybe not ever because I do still love the Closer and Buffy just as much. But, it is now in my top 5 of all time. Watch it. Love it. Watch it some more. The only bad thing about Weeds? I'm done with the first 3 seasons, and there are only two more seasons and two episodes left until I'm caught up. What am I going to do when I run out of Weeds?? Depressing.
Ah, coffee slurping, questionable sex having, well intentioned Nancy Botwin.
Minus the two kids, drug dealing, and dead ex-husband - I am living her life. At least I'm not alone...
The theme song from this little marvel is SO. TRUE. And sung by someone different each episode - everybody from the Shins to Donovan. Can't embed them (damn the man!), but you can check a sampling out here:
Enjoy. And if you have Netflix, go watch Weeds on instant download. You won't be sorry.
2 months ago