I was regretting that I didn’t watch the finale live this weekend. The sun was out, the flowers were blooming and it was the freakin’ weekend- as R. Kelly might point out. I had a great time sipping sangrias and throwing a BBQ. It’s how we roll in the Pacific Northwest when there is a semblance of sunshine. So when Sunday finally rolled around and I caught up with the finale of Mam Gam Dang, I was glad I opted to enjoy life. Because unfortunately, the ending was a total miss. It is almost as if Great Warinthorn (writer) or the director scratched their heads at the final fork in the road: I have all of these characters I’ve introduced, how will I finish…