FNL: Oh, I dunno, I kind of liked Lyla actually doing something there. She's been her Daddy's girl all along, after all. And I bet he could afford the damage. It was petty, but the girl is a spoiled 17: I got it.

I loved the boys-- all 4 of them!-- on the field, bonding in a way we've never seen before. "Chair says I win." Hah! And Tim and Jason, friends again! It was kind of like fic, but I'll take it--it's not like they didn't pay for it in angst along the way.

I would like it if the writers played the Tyra and her mother issue out for longer. The whole class issue is so huge, and deserves more than to be addressed in one episode. But I trust them enough to keep it going, or I hope so. Such a tightrope Tami was walking there, trying to get Angela on board without saying, "I don't want Tyra to end up in a dead-end town with no job like you."

It's one thing to want your kid to do better than you, as a parent. It's another thing, it has to be, to feel that your kid doing better means you suck.

Look! --> MONKEYS!

You can't distract me that easily. It's not like monkeys are shiny, or something.

Look! --> IMPALA!

Closer, but not quite.

Maybe you better try the guys in the Impala.

'Suela, the Lyla/dealership scene seemed a little over the top to me. FNL is grounded in such realism; the scene was jarring. It pulled me right out of the story. Eh, I may just be cranky.

Tyra and her mom: I don't think it's over. We've seen Mama move forward and backslide all season long. It's to the point where I think she's in the middle of a zero-sum game. Something else will happen that will require Tyra to be her caretaker again, and all the platitudes will go out the window. Because Mama's pain hurts like nothing else in the world, and she has to bring Tyra down with her. Mama doesn't like NOT being the center of attention.

Maybe you better try the guys in the Impala.

Bitch. (meant in an SPN way, of course)

Christ, someone waved a mini cinnamon bun at me and I'd snarfed 2/3 of it before I remembered the whole carb depletion thing.

Of course I finished it, because the horse is way out of that barn. Also, that's still way fewer carbs than I'd have normally had in a day. I'd have snarfed two of them on top of my normal bread and cereal without thinking twice.

Probably the only reason I even noticed is because I was having it in front of a fighter who then told me he hadn't had an ice cream split since 2005 and gave me the exact date. He's been on lockdown for forever.

I made sure to lick my fingers thoroughly.

Bitch.

I probably haven't had ice cream, split or not, since about 1993. Unfortunately I know all too well what the immediate and unpleasant results would be, and that they'd continue for quite a while. So a few moments of delicious fun don't quite equal the cost.

::still sighs just the same::