Last night we didn’t have our weekly small group (which Pam and I love – if you don’t regularly meet with a group of friends to talk with concerning faith and life I would highly recommend that you do so. If you want to join us as we finish reading through Brother Lawrence’s book “The Practice of the Presence of God” you would be very welcome) so Pam and I ate chili dogs and watched some mindless TV.
Part of that mindless TV was finishing the last season of How i Met Your Mother. We started watching HIMYM as a family during its last year (2014) because Noah introduced us to the series. While I don’t agree with many of the morals displayed in the show I loved the camaraderie of the gang. As messed up as their relationships usually were (and they were seriously messed up), they loved each other as a group and we loved that. BUT THE SERIES FINALE SUCKED!
Actually it didn’t completely suck. I thought most of the finale was nice. It was the last five minutes that drove me crazy. Before those five minutes it was a wonderful show. I loved it. When Ted ends his story by finally saying “And that kids is how I met your mother” it is a beautiful moment of telling a spouse telling his kids the story of how he and their now deceased mother met and learned to love one another. It was great, but then they had to go and ruin it by turning the whole thing into an attempt to get his kids’ permission to date their “Aunt” Robin. ARGH! Why did you have to go and do that HIMYM?!?!?!?!?!
It has been three years and this is still one of the worst finales ever and I am still mad about it. Not as mad as I was about the Lost finale but still mad.