(If it's still in your DVR don't read this. I'd hate to spoil it.)
It was full (at the very, very end) of warm fuzzies.
Which is exactly why I love that show.
I love it when I get teary-eyes
and wave my hands over my eyes -the way girls do-
and Hubby laughs at me.
I love watching people reclaim their lives,
and get healthy & have all these self-discovering moments.
I love what red-shirt dude said about
loving yourself enough to take care of yourself.
And, as long as we're talking about the
red-shirts -I love them. Both of 'em.
And that little bit of romance at the end!
Awe! More warm, fuzzies.
In fact, so many that I practically forgot
how when Miss Purple Shirt lost 11 lbs
no one was truly happy about it.
Best. Show. Ever.