Yesterday was a red letter day indeed, because I could relate to Bill Spencer's reaction to something.
In cased you missed this spectacular little piece of storytelling, that's a photo of the graffiti Hope had Thomas spray-paint on the outside of Liam's house. A heart with a Spencer sword stabbing through it. (By the way, Thomas is tall, but that was impressive. And fast!) To which Bill had the only possible human reaction:
"Are you freaking kidding me?!"
I wish it were a joke, Bill. I really do. But the joke's on us, the audience.
Anyway, Bill correctly pointed out how obscenely immature that was (naturally with no self-awareness of how obscenely immature it was to fake someone's brain tumor so your son wouldn't divorce your former concubine or to, you know, trap someone in a gondola). But then he went on to be his usual "jackass of the highest order" self. Which, as usual, Katie scolded him for but will then ignore.
In better news, it was finally a new day! Hope's not running around town in her wedding dress and cardigan anymore!








