Also, my prose inspires no expectation of a Peabody Award, nor a Nobel Prize, nor even a third place win in the Mount Cedar Fundamental School Spelling B. Nope. Just the rambling mind of a rather gassy, long in the tooth, semi-literate, reasonably self starting (if not pompous) retired person with the "gift" of gab, who expects every word tapped into the "webisphere" to give birth to cultured pearls of wisdom. I did say pompous, didn't I?
Enough about me (as if there ever could be...) and on to my latest topic. Offspring!
Don't panic kids. I am referencing Netflix's 7 seasons of the hit Aussie dramedy credited with spawning the US hit series The Mindy Project.
Offspring is often times the hilarious, sweet, poignant and painful to watch, reason to make time to step into the world of the Proudman family.
If you were a fan of Mindy, you might want to take a peek here at the series from which it was begat. I have watched the first three series and am on a hiatus before I launch into season 4. It is difficult to keep my hand from pressing the button and asking Alexa to play the next episode, but I will remain strong...unless the temperature exceeds 90 degrees again. If so...all bets are off.
So now the first 50 are in the can...figuratively. I want to thank the folks who have made this effort not as sad as it could be if no one was reading the blog. I also would like to thank my brain for the never-ending stream of stuff I need to filter and edit prior to speaking (or writing). In these political times it is difficult to keep myself from railing at the dolts who have come to power and seem bound and determined to...NOPE! The filter just kicked in. See you next time.
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