the weird thing is, he used to go to my sister bethany's church in nyc, so she used to see him on the east coast. i can't believe i forgot about this when i mentioned bethany's celebrity sightings. or the fact that once she ran into job bluth at a downtown hotel:
frivolous though it may be, i love pop culture, i love arrested development, and i'm a little jealous. living in what may perhaps be the geriatric capital of pennsylvania, i don't tend to run into interesting celebrities. i once saw reba mcentire at the nashville airport, but that is not interesting unless you're a fan of country or her sitcom hijinks, and i'm not especially.
though i hate to admit it, when i was pregnant with dylan, i came home from my job at the housing authority and clocked untold hours watching "reba" reruns. we only have ten channels, and i was so sick i didn't even care that that show is terrible.
one time, i woke in the middle of the night to the sound of jim laughing in his sleep. he was laughing hard--real belly laughs. when he woke up, jim shared that his dream (which ordinarily he never remembers) was about the characters in "reba" making up secret codes using nonsensical acronyms like "G.A.S.M.A.N.C.H.A!"
jim's unconscious created a screenplay of an imaginary episode of "reba," and he thought it was so funny he laughed out loud in his sleep.
you can't make this stuff up.