Crybaby McCryerton

I was a fucking blubbery mess last night. GODDAMN YOU, EXTREME HOME MAKEOVER!!!

Yeah, I chose to watch it (there was nothing else really on (except a good Simpsons featuring a battle royale over a box fort). The premise: Single mother of three's house burns down, during rebuilding process son is killed in car accident, then money runs out and house sits unfinished. Added bonus: son was an organ donor.

You can see where this is going already.

One of the daughters was in the car too when the son died (not his fault- driver swerved over middle line and got them head on). Daughter walked away without a scratch but basically had to watch her brother die- and subsequently feels guilty.

Mom and daughters miss son every day. Mom kisses a picture of her son every time she enters the house. Talks about the importance of organ donation and that she is happy in the knowledge that her son is helping other's live through his gift. Says she really wants to meet the girl who received his heart.

Whole town and school rallies behind the family to fix the house that her son helped design. Also donates money to pay off the mortgage. Everyone signs up to be organ donors.

Then the family actually gets to meet the girl who received the son's heart. Crying and hugging all around. Parents of heart girl talk about how great a gift it was and that they are so thankful that their daughter got a second chance.

Then during the home reveal, there's a piece of art on the wall. When they look closer-- its from heart girl. She's an artist, and the picture is a water color of a landscape and home- but its done in a way that the outline of the piece is heart shaped.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I had to call my mother because I knew she would be watching. She was sobbing into the phone- especially after the damn heart picture.

Wow. What a mess.