Thank You for Being a Friend

When I was in college my priorities were a tad screwed up. I learned not to schedule Friday morning classes because there was quarter draft nights at Antler's and with 5 bucks Fluffy, Rosie and I could paint the town red.

I also learned not to schedule classes between 10 AM and 11 AM - any day because Benson and the Golden Girls were on. We'd gather around the television, a tad hungover and watch the madcap adventures of the Lieutenant Governor, and four old broads who were always trying to get a little something. I defy you to watch either show and not laugh a little.

Recently I was flipping around the dial and saw Bea Arthur's face and hoped it was the Golden Girls - I started watching and Jake walked in - "Dude, what're you watching?" he asked.

"Golden Girls, it's funny," I said. (I was a little embarrassed).
"Dad, Grandma watches this show."
"So, it's good," I answered.
"Toughen up, Nancy," Jake said and ran from the room.

I must admit that I switched the channel, but of course, I was saddened to hear that Bea Arthur died - I'm hoping that TV Land runs a marathon when I'm out of town in the hotel room and can just watch it half hour after half hour.

That Betty White just slays me.

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