Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Oh, this was TJ’s idea to propose marriage.  Okay, let’s blame someone else for our many, many inadequacies, B-wad! You da man!

…like None!

I haven’t been paying much attention to Rex Morgan, M.D., recently because it’s been a tad dull.  Then one of Rex’s patients dies (surprisingly, through no fault of Rex!), the widow is suing Rex, to whom much of the guy’s estate was willed to, and the estranged daughter comes into town (for the funeral? the reading of the will? honestly, I don’t know why).

But the important thing is that Iris (the daughter) is staying at stately Morgan Manor, taking long, hot baths after a miserable flight, drinking bourbon and appearing only in a robe after that bath.  Suddenly, interest swells (ahem).

we can make you a cup of tea to help you relax…do we have any tea-bags?

…I’m hoping for a cockroach.

New storyline or bizarre plot complication? You decide!