Darn your overly caffeinated/bouncing-off-the-walls Ty Pennington (and darn him for being so annoying, yet oh so yummy).
Darn your toothy, too-much-time-in-the-tanning-salon designers.
Darn your slap-you-in-the-head-with-an-anvil product placements (yeah, Bissell, Craftsman, Panasonic, we get it already).
Darn your Pottery Barn-perfect homes (I'd like to see what those places look like 3 months later).
Darn your country music guests (can't we get some relevant pop or rock artists on that show?).
Darn your worst-case-scenario/horrific tales of hardship, barely skirting the line between exploitation (for Kenmore, no less) and charity.
And double, triple darn you for making me cry. Every. Single. Episode. How the heck do you do it? And where the heck are my tissues?
Darn you, now my nose is all stuffed up.
If I could tell you anything -- I mean anything.....and you would believe me, here's what I'd say. You are enough. You are so ...
Dear Max; We made it, Buddy! Happy 18th birthday! Do you feel any different than you did yesterday? Maybe you should. Today marks...
HEY, YOU. You are enough. That big dream you have, the one that seems far too big and bold and grand to ever really be ...
You take them both, and there you have the facts of life. :P (OK, enough reminiscing about my childhood TV habits.) Dear You, ...