Too much of a good thing.

This doesn’t apply to everything, mind you. It’s a known fact that a person can’t get too much beautiful weather, fonts, Chinese food or love ... not necessarily in that order. But today on TCM there’s an overload of 15 consecutive feel-good Andy Hardy movies that started at 5:00 this morning, and quite seriously I don’t think I can stand five more minutes of Mickey Rooney’s face. I’ve been humming the theme song in my sleep. And every Andy Hardy movie basically involves the same recycled plot ... Andy has girlfriend trouble, money trouble or both — usually it’s both — and his kind and brilliant father has to bail him out. Enough already. Nobody’s life can possibly be that simple, even in 1940.

From left to right, here are the extremely happy Hardys: Sara Haden (Aunt Milly), Lewis Stone (Judge James Hardy), Fay Holden (Emily Hardy), Mickey Rooney (Andy Hardy) and Cecelia Parker (Marian Hardy, Andy’s sister). A nice group. But I want them to go away now.

Sam and I went to Costco this morning for a pile of truly fun stuff, including my favorite chicken salad with cranberries, a two-pound package of lox, fresh stuffed portobello mushrooms, a three-pack of Classico pasta sauce, 48 AA batteries, frozen tilapia, a tub of cashews, pistachios, the world’s largest bottle of fish oil capsules, Naproxen and a jar of faux store-brand Chex mix that’s actually better than the original. I also wanted toilet paper but I honestly wouldn’t know what to do with a package of 48 mega rolls. Like Andy Hardy, it’s just too much of a good thing.

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