It feels sometimes like everyone is writing this deep, dark stuff. Vampires, zombies, or at least a murder or two. We frivolous souls who want to hang out at routs, Italian breakfasts, and hunt balls just seem so shallow in comparison.
So I am going to try to walk on the shadowy side today. My oldest, aka DD#1, has introduced me to a new series on Netflix. She has decided that she wants to major in forensic anthropology since she started watching Bones. Now, just as majoring in Psych didn’t make my life turn into The Bob Newhart Show, I’m thinking that studying how skeletons decay isn’t going to give her Emily Deschanel’s exciting fictional life. But I have to say, if being a forensic anthropologist means I get to work with FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, sign me up.
And our wetsday gentleman is not just a Romantic Suspense hero. For all you paranormal chicklets (the Sizzlers I mean know who they are), in a former incarnation, he was the yummy, tormented vampire from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the eponymous Angel.
So for all you fans of romantically suspenseful, paranormally attractive wet guys, here is David Boreanaz:
He can come nibble on my neck any time he chooses. . .