Is there any way I can say — without sounding like a total crazy person — that I am mildly enraged that it has now been three days since Maxie laid eyes on Frisco for the first time in nearly 20 years and we STILL haven’t gone back to that cliffhanger?
(Okay, fine, I’m a crazy person. I’ll accept that. But what the hell, show? Don’t you know that is the only story I care about?)
But lest I spend the weekend buried in both snow and indignation, can we take a moment to acknowledge the wonderfulness that is Connie and Tracy’s continuing friendship?
Look at that smile! When was the last time you saw Tracy grinning like that without a hint of meanness behind it? So, not only did Connie rescue her new bestie from the SEC (however improbably, although did we really want to see a protracted Tracy vs the Feds battle? No, no we did not), and not only did she get Sonny to keep his big mouth shut, but she ALSO made Tracy smile purely from the pleasure of having someone on her side.
And hey, that may not seem like much. But around this time last year, Tracy had no friends, her family had abandoned her completely, and Luke was laughing as Anthony marched her to the altar at gunpoint. So, you know what? I’ll take adorable fist bumps and improbable rescues. I’ll even take Tracy and AJ standing side by side in hairnets, bottling Pickle Lila for all they’re worth.
(Actually, who can I pay to make that last one really happen? Because I would pay a lot.)
But, seriously now, show. If you don’t take us back to Maxie and Frisco’s effing reunion on Monday… I really don’t think I can be held responsible for the epic hissy fit I’m going to throw.