
Late last night, after taking in the latest Big Love episode, I thought back to my more innocent days. Namely, my more innocent days of last week, when I naively thought that seeing Nicki pull up to a seedy motel/creepy marriage factory in a mini skirt and side ponytail and then seeing her proceed to kick ass and take names was one of the craziest things that I had seen happen on this show. Oh, what a fool I was.
Remember a few weeks ago when I told you about the Big Love Christmas album, A Juniper Creek Christmas, and how we would be giving away autographed copies of the vinyl version?
Angela Chase once mused that there was something about Sunday evenings that made you want to kill yourself. It used to be the shadow of school looming over my head. Now it's the promise of a Monday at work, literally dragging my kid out of bed and to the school bus stop, and the lack of shows to recap.
Ohhhh, kids. We're nearing the end of this season. On the one hand, I'm very bummed because Big Love is the one bright spot of Sunday nights. Like the patron saint of angsty girls, Angela Chase, once said, "There's something about Sunday night that makes you want to kill yourself." But on the other hand, plotlines are rushing at a breakneck speed and this show is just ridiculously exciting.