Good Morning, Angels.

Last night, after the gym, I was exhausted. I settled in to see what was on telly (that's for you Kelly). In flipping through the Comcast "OnDemand" section, I came across the entire first season of Charlie's Angels. Although I never formally settled on a favourite, I always suspected I would marry Kelly Garrett. But then sometimes Chris Monroe would steal my attention. Other times, Sabrina Duncan. Most often though, it was Kelly. And today, at 50 plus years old, I think Jaclyn Smith is the best looking. I digress. Jill Monroe, aka Farrah Fawcett, never quite caught my fancy like the others. Maybe because she was only on one season and had fewer episodes. Last night though I really understood why she was the breakout star on that show. She was hot, charismatic, funny, and great smile. However, she obviously has not held up as well as Jaclyn, so in the end I was right to pick Kelly Garrett as my future wife. (I suspect Ryan O'Neal is at fault for ruining fair Farrah. Lee Majors too.)

The funny thing is - I swear that because I watched old tv shows last night, my dreams involved my friends from when I was 8 years old. That's whack.

I realize that swimming pools have to close around Labor Day due to the fact that the seasonal workers, i.e. teenagers, have to go back to school. I think we need to figure out some sort of solution to that problem. Let the kids go back to school, but make the mom's work the pool. I hate looking at my calendar and seeing that there are really only three or four more weekends of traditional summer. I can already hear those sleigh bells ringin and ring ting tingaling too . . . Santa Claus is comin' to town.

Has everyone read Peyton Place? I downloaded the audio book from iTunes in April, and am just now getting into it. I don't know what took me so long: it's awesomely trashy.

Today's song: Wrapped in My Memory, Shawn Smith (it plays in the credits of Sopranos episode Long Term Parking, aka the episode where Adrianna gets whacked).