By Jove, Wanders, you got it! A remarkable conclusion (we all hope) to this plot, the Marianization of Madi.
We haven’t seen Madi texting her friends in weeks. When she returns home and blabs endlessly about her new friends (octogenarian Saul, 100+ year-old-Mary, Dippy Toby (“I rescued her banana bread!”), and Greta the Empathetic Dachshund, any remaining friends will flee. Welcome home, Madi.
Oh, for heaven's sake. Only KM could write such flabby drek.
Here are the doofy things we had to deal with:
1. An elastic timeline in which Toby was making "dessert" for weeks. 2. A beloved cousin who Saul never names, nor does Madi's father. 3. A teenager who mentions her Gram's love of colours over and over again, seemingly for no reason. 4. A teenager who shares a secret ingredient for banana bread that isn't, apparently, bananas. What it is remains truly secret. 5. Based upon banana bread, a teenager decides to become a chef. 6. The still unnamed Gram/cousin doesn't turn out to be someone already in the Worthiverse for a TADA moment. 7. A teenager orders porkchops and mashed potatoes for lunch. 8. A dumb storyline that signaled its end as soon as it started.
Bring back the fish carpets and towel folding! The evils of cigarettes! Save us from this pap.
This can't be over, can it? Aren't we going to see Daddy Dearest stop by to pick up Daughter Dearest and be shocked by her transformation? Will Madi say she doesn't want to leave and Pops say, "Sure, fine with me"? How will Greta handle this? Will Toby be making a half-dozen loaves of banana bread a day like the way Mary cranks out muffins?
Nah, this can't be over. There's still a couple weeks of batter left in this bowl.
Credit to JB for the inspired fist bump between Madi and Mary! These two future stars of a program on the Food Network about intergenerational cooking NEED to bump fists, because they have to be careful to keep their hands and nails safe.
Poor Madi! Gram dumps her by dying, Dad dumps her on Saul, Saul dumps her on Mary and Mary dumps her on Toby. That's a pretty tragic descending order of responsibility. But hey, her life is better than a dog's and her banana bread was a hit at the condo meeting. She's definitely on a Mary Worth-approved life path. Tragically.
MONDAY Lyle isn’t angling for Father of the Year honors. “I hope she didn’t give you any TROUBLE, Saul. That hellion usually drives me up the wall. It was a relief to hang out in beautiful Venezuela the past couple of months and not deal with her,”
MONDAY: I am surprised that Lyle made it back safe and sound. I thought sure that Saul would be getting a ransom note for Lyle's safe return (or maybe, like the condo meeting, we didn't get to see that.)
My one regret is that we don't get a departing eyeroll from Madi as she drives off. (Hopefully) we'll see that tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow, please no Beedies or Westons. We've been saturated with them. Tomorrow will be a post Mary meddle victory lap with Toby.
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By Jove, Wanders, you got it! A remarkable conclusion (we all hope) to this plot, the Marianization of Madi.
We haven’t seen Madi texting her friends in weeks. When she returns home and blabs endlessly about her new friends (octogenarian Saul, 100+ year-old-Mary, Dippy Toby (“I rescued her banana bread!”), and Greta the Empathetic Dachshund, any remaining friends will flee. Welcome home, Madi.
Oh, for heaven's sake. Only KM could write such flabby drek.
Here are the doofy things we had to deal with:
1. An elastic timeline in which Toby was making "dessert" for weeks.
2. A beloved cousin who Saul never names, nor does Madi's father.
3. A teenager who mentions her Gram's love of colours over and over again, seemingly for no reason.
4. A teenager who shares a secret ingredient for banana bread that isn't, apparently, bananas. What it is remains truly secret.
5. Based upon banana bread, a teenager decides to become a chef.
6. The still unnamed Gram/cousin doesn't turn out to be someone already in the Worthiverse for a TADA moment.
7. A teenager orders porkchops and mashed potatoes for lunch.
8. A dumb storyline that signaled its end as soon as it started.
Bring back the fish carpets and towel folding! The evils of cigarettes! Save us from this pap.
Five bucks says we'll still be sitting by the pool tomorrow.
HelenClark
This can't be over, can it? Aren't we going to see Daddy Dearest stop by to pick up Daughter Dearest and be shocked by her transformation? Will Madi say she doesn't want to leave and Pops say, "Sure, fine with me"? How will Greta handle this? Will Toby be making a half-dozen loaves of banana bread a day like the way Mary cranks out muffins?
Nah, this can't be over. There's still a couple weeks of batter left in this bowl.
-- Scottie McW.
Next, Toby shows up with a gift for Madi, a T-shirt that says BLM and Toby thinks that stands for Banana Loaves Matter.
Credit to JB for the inspired fist bump between Madi and Mary! These two future stars of a program on the Food Network about intergenerational cooking NEED to bump fists, because they have to be careful to keep their hands and nails safe.
Poor Madi! Gram dumps her by dying, Dad dumps her on Saul, Saul dumps her on Mary and Mary dumps her on Toby. That's a pretty tragic descending order of responsibility. But hey, her life is better than a dog's and her banana bread was a hit at the condo meeting. She's definitely on a Mary Worth-approved life path. Tragically.
That’s a good first attempt, Madi — but next time, aim for the face.
I just realized my new swim suit resembles Mary's. Do I burn it or hope that is makes me as good a diver as Mary?
MONDAY
Lyle isn’t angling for Father of the Year honors. “I hope she didn’t give you any TROUBLE, Saul. That hellion usually drives me up the wall. It was a relief to hang out in beautiful Venezuela the past couple of months and not deal with her,”
MONDAY: I am surprised that Lyle made it back safe and sound. I thought sure that Saul would be getting a ransom note for Lyle's safe return (or maybe, like the condo meeting, we didn't get to see that.)
My one regret is that we don't get a departing eyeroll from Madi as she drives off. (Hopefully) we'll see that tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow, please no Beedies or Westons. We've been saturated with them. Tomorrow will be a post Mary meddle victory lap with Toby.
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