Okay…prepare yourself as I am going to out myself –  I am a Pollyanna. 

Having disclosed the above I have a prediction to make – you should be able to pretty much set your clocks on this – I will be bawling every Monday from 8-9 PM from here forward as long as ABC continues the new show Find My Family.  Tonight’s teaser show reunited one set of parents (and their three children) with the baby daughter they gave up 20 plus years ago.  Everyone on the show was bawling (to include the host) and I knew right then where I would be every Monday night. 

I love this kind of stuff – happy endings.  It is not that I don’t have a dark and twisty side.  I have my days when all I want to see is the damaged and broken, but those are far outnumbered by the days I would willingly watch a Hallmark movie.  Remember, I am a byproduct of shows such as The Brady Bunch, The Carol Burnett Show, The Partridge Family and The Monkies…I was raised on the happy (and often funny) endings with only an odd Twilght Zone, Outer Limits or Dark Shadows in-between.  My Pollyanna attributes were developed as a result of nuture not nature.

So now you know…you probably had a notion that I was a Pollyanna all along but were just waiting for the time when I felt comfortable enough to say it.  And finally,  I have said it and it feels good to have gotten it off my chest.  So let the Monday night bawling commence unashamedly and pass the tissues.

Day one hundred and forty-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

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