Ah, well. Scott really only needed someone to help him get the baby’s nursery ready (hey, Margo, at least you didn’t have to worry about getting paint on your clothes!).
And now at the end of the project, it’s time for a little celebration…
This recent Phantom had so much promise…namely Lucha Libre! Then it devolved into Asian drug cartels (yeah, like Mexico doesn’t already have enough problems) and virtually no Lucha Libre. I guess I shouldn’t complain, as Kit Walker is the very embodiment of an Lucha hero.
Oh, heck, it’s my blog, I’ll complain if I want to! And it’s always fun when Lee Falk, creator of The Phantom, drops by. At least I think it’s Lee Falk…
Only You can prevent Munchy Attacks!
But sometimes, even the best intentions are subverted…
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!