Oops. Just re-read your comment on your site about the book-buyer, Kate. (Can’t imagine what distracted me from taking that in the first time. snort) Huh. Weird.
Anyway, my sister got me “How to Shit in the Woods”…
My grandmother, who passed away when I was 18, used to watch The Golden Girls with me all the time. I loved Estelle Getty like damn and whoa. I think I have a weakness for anyone who used to be a Catskills comedian, because I also rock a total crush on Fyvush Finkel like you have no idea.
Anyway, I can’t tell you how bummed I am that Getty passed away yesterday at 82. I used to picture Getty when I read the early Stephanie Plum novels as a sort of model for Grandma Mazur. For that reason, if you say the words “pesto” or “gumpy” to me, I will giggle like a fool.
ETA: Note to self - set the DVR for Friday, as Lifetime (which is normally “Television that Makes Sarah Screech") will air a Golden Girls marathon with the best of Sofia. I hope the pesto sauce makes it into the lineup.