JoAnne: Scrape is good. She's like mold. Ruins everything.
Shuk: Om-Am sets up Mike’s dressings and pain meds by the couch, then paces waiting for him to return from MinTramp. When she hears the vehicle, she ducks into her room, so he comes into an empty living room. He sees the setup she left, glances back through the curtain to her bedroom, then takes his medication and leans back on the couch.
JoAnne: They're so AWARE of each other, even when they're not. They just constantly 'check in' on each other...love it
Shuk: The next morning he hobbles into the kitchen, only to find breakfast and a note from Om-Am: she left to go find inspiration for her script. He dutifully takes the medication, and thinks about all his adventures with his wife ever since she moved in. She’s having a hard time concentrating at the café as well.
JoAnne: 'cause y'all need to be makin' BABIES right now
Shuk: Has it been a week already? Mike is practicing his moves again, with the ankle brace on, but it’s clear he’s having a hard time. He tries another spin, and down he goes with a grunt of pain. Om-Am runs to check on him and then stands to go grab the ethyl chloride spray (which is a topical anesthetic and skin refrigerant). Instead, he grabs her hand and hangs onto her while he breathes through the pain.
JoAnne: The boys next door were playing outside in our shared drive. I squeed so loudly at that that one of them said to the other, 'Did you HEAR something? I heard something!' Yes, boys, that was my heart bursting with joy.
JoAnne: I miss the Love Burrito.
Shuk: He goes back to practicing with his bum leg. She wakes up and tells him to take it easy, then rustles up breakfast. He falls again, but this time without the pain, it seems. They fall into a routine of ankle treatments in between food and practice. He's clumsily spinning, but at least he’s not falling down anymore. She’s dozing off in between.
JoAnne: See how much he needs her? In contrast, his 'lifelong friend' is nowhere to be found, doesn't even call to see how he's making out.
JoAnne: I approve of the sped-up pace of the falling in love. I do, indeed.
Shuk: The Mike D’Angelo fans are in full force when he’s prepping. Om-Am works the brace off his leg while Mike warns off the assistant. Aw, only Om-Am can help him with his boot. They give each other a knuckle bump of encouragement, and he hobbles onstage.
JoAnne: Team Mammoth for the win!
JoAnne: Yep, that's him singing. So, I don't get the decisions..but hey, he can gyrate in front of me any time he'd like. Did you notice, though, that the average age of his fan club was about 12?
Shuk: Well no matter what, he's waaaaay to young for either of us. PedoNoona. LOL
Shuk: Homage to the South Korean version of Full House: they are in the bathroom where Om-Am is helping support him while he brushes his teeth. Mike’s in his usual playful mood; that is, he sprays toothpaste all over the mirror that Om-Am has to clean up. She finally kicks him in the left shin and it turns out he can stand perfectly on both feet. She assaults him with a towel and leaves. More puppy-play as Junior stops by for a snack of PPL.
JoAnne: For a while after watching FH-K, every time I saw a toothbrush I started laughing.
Shuk: The next morning, she’s whipping up breakfast when he comes down the stairs all dressed in black and tells her he’s heading out. In his vehicle, he calls MinTramp; that day is circled on her calendar. Before meeting her, he stops by a florist.
JoAnne: What the fuck, Mike?
Shuk: The estate wagon shows up at Full House with an invite/command to meet up with Grandma. On the way, Om-Am gets a phone call from Thok. Thanks to the broadcast, she’s getting her own fan-base.
JoAnne: You crazy. He's there alone. She simply does not exist for me, the evil ho.
Shuk: At the estate, Mom coaches Om-Am before greeting Grandma. The old bat ignores her attempts at polite conversation, only to comment that Om-Am’s wedding band is missing off her finger. She comes up with the excuse that she hoped Grandma would show her some dishes to cook Mike. Om-Am admits that she doesn’t knit, make garlands, or embroider. She tries to impress Grandma with an impromptu dance, but the senior citizen almost faints and requires smelling salts.
JoAnne: Grannie likes her in spite of herself, though. Who wouldn't like that cutie pie?
Shuk: Grandma heads in to take a shower, and Om-Am calls Mike’s cell. Mike has fallen asleep on the bench. MinTramp reads the phone screen and doesn't answer it. On the other end, Om-Am snaps a few photos of the simmering curry and sends them. MinTramp deletes them off Mike’s phone with an expression of disgust. I’m disgusted with you too, Princess. Who are you to mess with a husband’s phone??
JoAnne: Even now the bilious rage boils up in my throat. How DARE she?
JoAnne: 'Mike finally wakes up' - but not in any IMPORTANT way, sadly.
Shuk: Mike Mike Mike. You’ve got to get your thinking straight or you are in for a world of hurt. And, as blasphemous as this may seem, a tiny piece of me understands MinTramp’s reactions. After all, Mike is falling back into his same old pattern, so an egocentric narcissist wouldn’t think to change her behavior, even for a wife. Still, can we give her amnesia? An appointment with a Truck Of Doom? A terminal disease? Anything??
JoAnne: Herpes Zoster. I vote for a virulent outbreak all over her face.
Shuk: During his convalescence, I did love the interaction. Despite his ridiculous and obsolete behavior towards MinTramp, it’s clear that he’s relying more and more on Om-Am for his happiness.
JoAnne: Because they are a match made in heaven which I will ship in real life, as well.
Shuk: We haven’t heard from the Despicable Pair recently, but it’s too much to hope they never show up again; in fact they are in the preview at the end of this episode. Ugh Blech Ptooey.
JoAnne: Just when I thought I was out...you pull me back in. That was mean.
SHUKNOTE: I found some interesting resources when researching Buddhist death anniversary rites, which are traditionally performed on the deathday of the deceased for twelve years after their passing. Here is a blog entry from Chris Apollo Lynn, who documented the death anniversary of his grandmother. And one more link regarding the Buddhist rituals associated with dying.