Did you know that today is Lucille Ball's 100th birthday? And come October, it will be 60 years since "I Love Lucy" first aired. I'm sitting here in bed watching an "I Love Lucy" marathon, and even though I've seen every episode like a bajillion times, it still cracks me up. I just laughed so loud that Patrick came in the room to ask me if I had been drinking again. Can you say vitameatavegamin? Just so you know, I don't make a habit out of drinking. Patrick was joking. Now that we have that cleared up. The point is a show that originally aired 60 years ago is still, in my opinion, one of the funniest and best shows ever made.
So why do I love Lucy? Maybe, it's because I can turn it on at any time of the day or night and not worry about what is being said. Maybe, it's because it's good clean humor instead of a string of vulgar, dirty, and crude jokes. Maybe, it's because it's wholesome, and the fact that Lucy was pregnant on television was about as risque as you could get in the 50s. Maybe, it's because Lucy is just plain crazy, and there is a
lot little bit of Lucy in all of us (or at least in me). Maybe, it's a combination of all of those things. Whatever it is, I will always love Lucy.
Someday, I'll blog about my love for "The Cosby Show". Where have all the family shows gone?
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