I forgot.
I went to see it again on Sunday, and ran into my boss and her son at the theatre! we didn't sit together because they were at the front and I need to sit at least in the middle if not further back to even be able to see the screen, but she told me after that she loved it - she thought it was hilarious and full of eye-candy, both good points. and she liked Cougar best, too. we have good taste. :D
you know, I think I'm done. the quality has been waning for me, even though I still enjoy the characters - I love Hetty, G is fun now that he's not so wounded-puppyish, and I _love_ Nate and Eric - but omg, this past week's ep? yeah, that shit was not on. I'm fine if you wanted to get rid of Dom - hell, having him be wounded and having to recover, and then having to get over the trauma of being kidnapped for months would have been reason enough to take him off the team, but finding out that he was kidnapped and held in LA and then having the team find him and nearly have him escape only for him to die during the final shootout? that was just over the top soap-opera crap. it was gratuitous and dumb, and I'm disappointed enough to think that I don't care what happens anymore. and that's just sad.
Castiel broke his angel! that was sad. also, his phone in the hospital had a cord. and then he had some angel left! and I love Crowley. like, love. he so completely fucking deserved tongue from Bobby for giving him his walk back. hell, he deserved a hummer! (not the vehicle.) and, I have a feeling that next week is going to be a collossal let-down, because this show really does not know how to do good endings, but. it's kind of sad that there's another season, because there's little tension in re: the main characters. I don't even care if Misha comes back, even though Cassie is my favourite, because damn being a "regular" on this show means you actually show up as often as Bobby, right? anyway. my vote is for Crowley to be next season's regular! except, then I'd never see him. crap.
today at work was completely heinous, I spent most of the afternoon trying not to hit someone in the face, and the rest of the time trying not to bang my head on a table. but, I got a free lunch and then I stopped at the chip wagon and got fries and a burger for dinner, so that was good. tomorrow, I am driving people I don't know to London and back, because I am a masochist and apparently think spending 11 hours in a van while I have my period is a good way to spend a Saturday.
I should go to bed soon. sigh.