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The only way it's plausible that she was a terrible mother to Leo is that she couldn't stand the vapid fast-talking putz anymore than I can. Show likes to rerun storylines, so WHY can't they revisit burying someone alive and time have it be Leo who gets deep-sixed?? I'll do a GoFundMe page so Show can afford a laugh track to go with it.

Uh oh. It looks like the Great Punctuation Wars of 2024 have made their way to the Upper Midwest. Kyle's doing a sneak attack, armed with a thesaurus, a red pen and a jar of whiteout and Diane's fighting back with extra commas, exclamation marks and a hairful of split infinitives. Families are being torn apart by the Oxford Comma controversary - can conflict over one space or two at the end of a sentence be far behind? Bouffants are gonna fall, folks! It's gonna be a sad Mother's Day in Mudville. I'm really hoping Aunt Jordan shows up this time in a Groucho Marx mask with a corsage that spouts water wearing clown shoes. Nobody but nobody in this crowd will notice her. I'm surprised that by now Nikki, let alone Newman Security, doesn't know that Victor turns off his phone when he's in the can reading the latest issue of "Jokes for the John". Geez. Joshie G. really went all out writing today's episode, didn't he?

Making their way inside the Mansion with all the dexterity and grace of an Aunt Jordan, in my game, would be Diane, Sally, Audra, Mariah, Lily, Traci, Abby, Tessa. (Poor Esther was felled by a rabid feather duster on her way in, so sad.)

I love lilacs. While we have plants that resemble them in California, none of the ones I'm familiar with come even close to the fragance and beauty of the ones in the midwest where I grew up. The whole side of our yard was nothing but lilacs, they were abundant in the neighborhood and that smell was glorious. All we catholic kids had altars to Mary in May and they all overflowed with handpicked lilacs. I hope yours somehow escape the freeze and the snow!

Not a bit, cuz she was SO awful. It's hard to get around feeling that Chelz is happiest when she's nattering on about herself and her apparently endless psychological problems with Connor's crisis getting in the way of all that. She seems happiest sitting at a table across from that ventriloquist's dummy she's dating and basking in his unwarranted praise of how well she's doing and how insightful she is. What a pair. I think she wants to ship Connor off to get the spotlight back on herself.

I was expecting one from the shuffleboard that's been made of the Newman Media jobs, especially when Audra got fired, but nada so far. I thought Audra, for sure, wouldn't take Nikki's unfair dismissal so easily but apparently Show did.

jewel21, I'm so sorry you've been feeling so poorly. Like @Snaporaz, I know people who've been ill with a gastric virus and I had something similar a month or so back. That bland diet is boring, for sure, but it does help, I think. The bruising sounds concerning and it's good that you went to the doctor. Do you usually bruise easily? In any case, I hope you're on the mend soon. @Peppermint and @Snaporaz, My condolences on your magnolias. They're such magnificent trees. The weather has been wild again this year. Where I'm at in California, we've had lots of rain and variable temps but nothing that's been as damaging as what you've had.

This must have been new battery day at DOOL because RoboMar had more animation, more eye movement and more nuance in her responses than I've seen in months. I hope Show is very careful in the christening scenes so nobody splashes any liquid on her. RoboMar going on the fritz at the christening could be a disaster! Jada is most obviously NOT a woman to be easily scorned. Everybody in reaching distance is liable to get knocked upside the head. I don't really blame her for reading Stephanie for filth, though. You'd think that Stephanie would have done some sort of internet search on Bobby at some point, either early on in their relationship or after he disappeared. She's supposed to be internet savvy and all, and she was living in the city where he had both his marriage to Jada and his coma-inducing accident. I'd be surprised that a news site/newspaper didn't run some images of the man because of the accident, which must have made the news. Unlike Jada, I don't think Stephanie was complicit as much as just plain stupid. Afer all, this is the same woman who dated BenAlex, so dumb is definitely in her wheelhouse. Speaking of dumb, I think we just saw Eric expend his one brain cell for the month, talking to Marlena and then to Nicole. The crib Marlena said they'd need for Jude might be just what the doctor ordered if Eric gets all fussy and gassy after the christening. Sure, Sloane can burp him and put him down but having a crib handy just seems smart.

OMG, ButtBiscuit is the WORST! He comes gliding as if he's got rollerballs installed in his cloven hoofs and rudely inserts himself into Devon and Lily's private conversation as if he's an airborne STD. Break out the air freshener. There's very few things so immediately infuriating as hearing that horse's ass bloviate as to why other people shouldn't be doing the same things he does before he gets out of bed in the morning. Oh, wait, I forgot, he sleeps upside down, hanging from the rafters in the Abbott attic. Jill needs to return to GC to see exactly what a plague she's released on Chancellor/Winters. I'm wondering, though, if her previous loyalty to Lily, which always won over her feelings for ButtBiscuit has now been reversed? But that wasn't enough. Apparently still searching for a face punch, ButtBiscuit cruised his freshly squeezed corpse into Crimson Lights and zeroed his unwanted advice in on Adam and Chelsea. Sure, she wanted to listen to him chew his cud but Adam, not so much. I wish somebody in GC would kidnap that twizzle stick of a man and sew his lips together. It could be fun for the whole family! Speaking of fun for the whole family, how about glueing Heather and Daniel to chairs at Crimson Lights and just letting the customers poke fun at them? I'm now hoping that Lucy has inherited enough genes from Daisy and her grandmother to initate a new reign of anti-parental terror. Seems to me that Daniel and Heather's curated remembrance of Daniel's creation of OmegaSphere conveniently forgot that it was originally couched by Daniel as his attempt to repair his relationship with Lucy, NOT with Heather. Lily helped him with that so much that it would never have seen the light of day without her, no matter how Daniel and Heather rewrite history. They better expand that hole in Chancellor Park, it's gotta be big enough for two now.

Sally's fire alarm broke during all her hot times with Nick. Or so he'd claim, anyway.

Tuesday's show was virtually unwatchable for me. We had more extended scenes of Abe and Paulina huffing and puffing smoke up each other's behinds, the odious Gwen/Theresa combo blathering to twin lunkheads, BenAlex and Brady, superannuated slinky toy Kristen using her phone sex voice with both BenAlex and Brady and Tripp and Wendy apparently doing a "how to" video on sucking all the air out of a room. And Tripp and Wendy were the most watchable scenes of the day. It could only have gotten sadder if we'd also had to sit through more scenes of Konstantine expounding about "my Katarina" in his unidentifable clown accent. Show better not be paying these writers in anything other than circus peanuts.

Phyllis and Summer. I'm happy to say I did it ALL FOR MY CHILDREN and, I've changed. No, I don't know what that means any more than either of them do.

Esther!! Pardon me, I didn't mean to shout. But ESTHER. (Not to worry, DOOL would snatch her up in a heartbeat, just their type). Amanda. Sorry Amanda, It's me, not you.

What makes you think that?

To be honest, I usually pronounce "Devon" as "you pompous ass" when I'm watching the show. My pronounciations of "Victor" and "Nick" and "Phyllis" are along similar lines. ButtBiscuit gets off easy.

If you ever visit Pekin, Illinois, don't expect fine Chinese food, either. It is a scenic drive from there to Cairo, Illinois, though the pyramids seem to be missing. And JFK never said Ich bin ein Berliner in Berlin, Wisconsin. Since there's an East Peru, Iowa, shouldn't there be a West Peru, too?

Victoria and Jill. Nina is barely on but I actually LIKE her.

Gawd, this is the second day in a week that I'm drenched in "Paulina is Love" goo and it's practically impossible to get the stain out, much less the stink. Show doubled down on the mess by having the charmless Leo ruin every scene he got close to. Greg Rikaart is undoubtedly a fine person but he's a terrible actor. His "Leo" is pretty much the same as his "Kevin" on Y&R, just turned up a notch or 12. Any chance Paulina and Leo could get lost at sea sometime soon? NO SPOILER, but how long before Abigail rises from the dead, because the anvils were falling from the sky today. While I liked Marci Miller's Abby a LOT more than Kate Mansi's version, Abby wasn't an angel of light, either. Just imagine all the "pure joy" we'll be subjected to if and when she and Paulina share a scene. Duck and cover, folks, duck and cover.

Heather and Chloe. Please.

Claire COULD have had an alternative "fantasy" reunion dream. It didn't have to be that sunshine and lollipops My Little Pony extravaganza, complete with a drop-in from the Wicked Witch of Overwrought Expressions, Aunt Jordan. She could have come to Genoa City to find her family and instead of this fantasy, she could have found Grampa Victor has lost all his money and now spends his days at the bus station wearing a sandwich board that says "The End is Near, yougotthat?" on one side, and "Haveanicedaynow, Jagabbott!" on the other. She's warned not to get too close or he starts jabbering about some goddam orphanage or other. Grandma Nikki has returned to her roots and works at a refashioned Fenmore's, now called Lauren's Badda Bing Dairy Queens, still pole dancing, but now, with an actual Pole.... The tips aren't as good, no time to talk. Claire finds out that Mommy Vic has spent her life searching everywhere for her, literally everywhere until one day, she followed a tip she thought might lead her directly to Claire, but instead, she got lost inside Billy Abbott's nostrils, never to be seen again. All is not lost, however, no indeedy NOT. A bluetoothed crone with a gassy giggle and no sense of personal space tells her she can find her uncle Nick, alive and well, and dancing for circus peanuts in Chancellor Park. "Just follow the odor, Claire, it will lead you right to him." Claire, hopeful at last, turns to leave but the crone leans in, too close as usual, and repeats, "whatever you do, little girl, whatever you do, don't pull his finger, DON'T pull his finger!", cackling as she hops away. Yes, Claire, you're home with the Newmans, at long last. At least that's what I saw.

Do you all think that we're really going to have to sit through a "Welcome Home, Paulina" party, after being subjected to the protracted tongue bath of Paulina love Show has foisted on us this past week?? When will enough be enough? I'm still scarred by second hand embarrassment from watching Kate slather and blather all over her yesterday, on top of Lexie coming down from heaven to save her. Show's not propping this character as much as building a skyscraper to Paulina.

So Aunt Jordan is going to be turned over to the authorities? When, exactly? Or do vigilantes get the Amazon Prime treatment when holding a fugitive and they're just waiting to receive the return receipt? GC Justice has sadly declined since the days of Paulie Tightpockets delivering justice at any time with neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night, or impossibly tight denims interfering in his appointed rounds. Oh Paulie, we miss you and the weekly wig changes. Nikki was in full sour pickle face today and son Dickolas wasn't far behind.

So true. Then Show gives us several scenes of Brady and Eric, and the stupid starts to multiply like the Trouble with Tribbles. Thank the Soap Gods Brady has Eric as a sort of brother, because Eric's stupidity is so epic, Brady almost looks smartish by comparison. By the time Jude is potty trained, the kid will indisputably be smarter than his dad. WTF, Show. Not that I care, or have ever cared about the retconned Vivian Alamain Dimera kiddies, but if the writers remembered anything, then they'd have Stefan O! calling his Alamain mommy to rescue him, no need for EJ at all.

He didn't throw a chair or break a glass, that was Ashley's memory enhancing what happened. They did fight, a glass was knocked over and it was unpleasant, but not as obviously threatening as Ashley remembered. That was how the staff remembered it, a staff who Tracy interviewed and believed.

Today's Show began sometime in the latter days of the nineteenth century or the first decade of the twentieth, apparently, since it began with Victor's wife, and then his daughter and granddaughter literally begging him to allow them to do something. Something they presumably aren't allowed to do without the permission of their lord and master Papa Monster. Ah yes, those golden days when Da Wimmens were confined to their corsets and kitchens and REAL MEN like Victor guided their widdle minds so they didn't hurt themselves. If only Nikki had learned how to cook like a REAL woman she could have poisoned his controlling ass by now. By the by, every time Victor sits himself down in his favorite chair in his throne room, I'm reminded of Poppie from Seinfeld.... It would explain so much. So one of Ashley's alters is a preteen girl who wanted to get all jiggy with her "bro" ButtBiscuit? She did everything but order a chocolate shake at Society and ask who ButtBiscuit was taking to the sock hop for the Big Dance. In true ButtBiscuit behavior, in spite of recognizing that something was seriously off with sister Ashley, he tap danced his skinny ass outta there so he could go toss spit balls at Devon rather than help her. Though, to be fair, getting help from ButtBiscuit would be like going to Jiffy Lube for your colonoscopy. The less said about Connor, Chelz and Adam and the OCD storyline, the better. The less filmed and broadcast about said storyline, even better. I, for one, will never be able to look at a hoodie the same way again. I hope Nikki, Victoria and Claire swing by and pick up Lil'Hausenpheffer on their way to see Jordan, since it seems to me the kid is gonna be meeting her soon enough anyway. The storyline signs aren't exactly subtle. Show, sometimes you make me feel like