We haven't had a spider bite death in thirty years.
I'm not sure that will encourage Jilli to visit.
Oh, and in me-me news that might amuse: my dream last night was about an S&M club full of colorful, kindhearted members with diverse knowledge and skills. When a member is murdered, and the police dismiss it as a sexual encounter gone bad, the club combines their knowledge to find the real killer. And since that makes headlines, now people from all over the city come to them for help. So they fight crime!
Dude, that's cable TV gold! Write it up and find an agent!
Or start a best-selling book series.
Limbaugh's apologized.
"I'm sorry so many of the sponsors of my show are slut sympathizers!"
I keep picturing Angela Lansbury as the kindly dominatrix who brings pie to parties and gives advice to the desperate while softening up her new whip.
The interrogation scenes?
Yes, like an average old lady would be working on her knitting, she could be doing leather maintenance, tsking over a pulled rivet or frayed lacing.
That is the best idea ever.
OMG, you guys, I just had the most fun guitar lesson ever. I dropped off the Biscuit at his kennel for the week, and we're bartering the owner guitar lessons for kennel time, whoot! (Oh, remind me to tell Dave I bartered for the extra playtime, too.) Anyway, he's a fascinating guy, very visually oriented, and super precise. So he wants to know the WHY of everything.
So it's super great that I was his first teacher, because I'm better at that shit than Dave. But Dave will be better in the long run, but just getting started, it was good it was me. But it was so fun. He wants to play the blues. Refused to try anything in front of me, but thoroughly listened and made sure he understood everything I was asking of him, and then kicked me out so he could scurry upstairs and practice. So much fun when a student gets that excited.
Gar, that's pure gold. Write the script, man.
