When I was little, I believed there was some way for the Tanners to adopt me, and that I could go live with them in San Francisco, and my life would be perfect. Every obstacle tackled in 30 minutes. My dad, and my loving uncle, and my dad’s adult-friend would take care of me, and I’d have these automatic 3 sisters who would joke with me, and pick on me, but ultimately would love me like I was their sister all along. I was probably 7 years old when I had this wish.
It’s almost been 18 years since then (does that make you Full House viewers feel old? It certainly makes me feel old), and I still find myself wishing at times that I could be swept into another world on TV –