The way things have worked out this week, my parents have kept waiting until I was headed to bed to stop watching crappy television and ask if I want to watch "Mr. Monk and Sharona." We finally, finally coordinated it all and got to watch it tonight, and we were in the final scene, and I had just finished up my "Awww, Monk and Sharona!"ing and was getting ready to launch fully into a third bought of joyously teary-eyed "OMGRANDYANDSHARONA!!!"ing* when the GODSDAMNEDBLOODYDVR CUT OUT! It didn't get the freaking end of the freaking episode! [general wailing and gnashing of teeth]
* I am so not a shipper, but...let's just say I would not be opposed. And I SO called it that he was the "friend."
I hate this week.