11 Days in 48 Hours (or Attack Of The Killer Preemies!)
Okay, help me get this straight. Today on One Life to Live the fiction date matched up with our real-world date (were any of you ready to punch the next person who said something about it being 1/11/11 today? "It's 11:11 on 1/1/11, y'all!" "Now it's 1:11 on 1/11/11!" I suppose we'll have to do this all over again on November 1st and 11th, yes?). But John and Natalie went to the courthouse to get married on New Year's Eve. In 2010. So Natalie has been at the cabin in her wedding gown and Marty has been in her New Year's Eve duds for eleven days? Oh disbelief, willingly suspend me now so this won't bother me!
So the twins had their babies today. (Doesn't this feel like the February sweeps story? Does this mean there's more high drama in store next month?) The twins had their babies way prematurely today. Um, the twins had their FRIGHTENINGLY GINORMOUS preemies today. Sweet mercy almighty those were some big babies that came out of those Buchanan vajayjays (actually not really, as Jess had a C-section).
AAAAAAAAAH! Big giant baby who went and got birthed breech!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Big giant baby who got birthed out of a gunshot-wounded uterus!
Whoa. And they both had boys. Cute little boy cousins and maybe cute little boy half-brothers. Who knows! Will we know, like, ever? Sometime soon? Where's Vimal when you need him?
The giant preemies should come as no surprise though, considering how they'd heretofore made their presence known.
Natalie got out of her pretty pickle with a Deus Ex Crazypants in the form of Marty finally surpassing "lost it" and graduating to "and doesn't know where she is." The apparently-should've-been-an-OB-GYN shrink delivered Natalie's baby, no problem-o, but when John arrived she completely separated from reality and thought that she'd never miscarried and this was her baby with John. I assume she'll head to St. Ann's soon, but someone should give her a heads-up that her delightful son made a serious enemy of one of the head nuns there.
In all honesty, Susan Haskell (Marty) broke my heart a little today. That's hard to do in this storyline which hasn't exactly been putting Marty in a sympathetic position (I'm still hoping for the Clint/Marty matching brain tumors explanation).
Considering who her living son is, can you really blame her for wanting another shot so bad that she totally disconnected from the real world? Lord knows I would.
And Echo and Rex bonded a bit, Charlie manned up and went back to stand by his family in crisis, Clint and Viki were their adorable parental selves, and... something with Kelly and Joey and Aubrey and Cutter. I hope the Aubrey/Cutter scam gets blown up and fast because it's making Joey the dullest ever, not to mention I still have some hope for this new guy, but he'd need to be able to interact with the full canvas for anything to really click.
So is this All-Grownup Monday/Tuesday thing going to be the new formula? If it is, 2011 is my favorite! I do miss Nora and Bo and Matthew and Blair but we'll see them soon enough. If that's the price to pay for never seeing the Ford boys or their tepid ladies until Wednesday each week, I will happily pay that price.
Don't forget to check out Matt Walton's new show tonight on Comedy Central!