I love, love LOVE this show. It is my life in three segments. Julie Claire & Dave Phil have an expert-texting dingbat teenage daughter named Ellie Haley, a brainiac daughter named Amelia Alex, and then there's Luke. What they lack in a Caroline they compensate with Manny. What I lack in a hot stepmom and gay brother with partner I make up for with a hot sister and twin brothers. And we all share the same lovely, curmudgeony dad.
But lately I have gotten the impression the writers are simply following me around for their story ideas.
This week's episode, "Slow Down Your Neighbors," rang too close to my brush with the F-Bomb found HERE last fall. (And my appearance two  times before our city traffic council asking for speed bumps on our street.) (I won.) (Both times.)
And the autumn episode, "Chirp," resonated a little to closely to THIS STORY about my own smoke detector woes.
Which is exactly why I love it, but I would love it more if they would fork over just a wee bit in royalties.