In the Mission, you see the men's clothing stores with the spanx-like undershirts advertised in the windows to tuck that magnificent gut up into a barrel chest.

Wow. Twenty-five year old cold case solved by DNA testing. It was the butler! No, actually, it was a cop in a lover's triangle.

It was Lazarus' own colleagues in the LAPD who resurrected the cold case killing and connected her with a combination of scientific evidence and old fashioned police work. Once they learned that the DNA was from a woman, they eliminated all other possible female suspects and began following Lazarus surreptitiously to collect her DNA.

On a shopping trip, they saw her discard a cup from which she had been drinking. They collected it and the DNA comparison convinced them. They had only to cross the hall and confront her. After a lengthy interview in which she denied guilt, they arrested her and took another DNA sample.

Her sterling police career and her life as she knew it were over.

Dude. And her name was Lazarus. How anvilicious.

One of my early lessons in class or something: Lice went around like crazy in the academic-class circles I traveled in as a kid, and almost not at all in the more working-class ones. So who knows what's up with lice? NOT ME, MAN.

Now I have to scratch my head.

I disbelieve in the power of Spanx.

love spanx tights! They hold up really well. I have had spanx fishnets that have lasted me years and years.

And I bet your uterus is still right where it should be!

Dammit! I was just rewarding myself for sending off a draft of one thing, when my boss comes in to ask about the thing I keep forgetting about! I guess at least she didn't ask about the thing I'm avoiding on purpose?

Also, randomly, I'm wearing an argyle sweater (I don't usually wear patterns at all) with a push-up bra under it, so I am Very Conscious of my boobs today. Hello there!

It is backwards but I think that has always been the case.

I do *not* have enough argyle, yo.

I have been powering through pretending to be my manager today. It's quite exciting. Not as scary as I'd thought, except for the panic this morning where I couldn't find my boss or legal and I was too scared to hit send on the email to the CIO asking her to help me out. Last time I asked her for help, I got dinged for going over my boss's head.

Didn't hurt that I had just sent her a meeting report that made her LOL. I dunno if she laughed out loud, but she definitely LOLed.

I put a bra on. All by myself! I also haven't check my work email since yesterday.