I have something to tell you, I'm marrying your sister today....

I don't know how many of you watch CSI: Miami, but this whole Horatio/Marisol thing is like a REALLY bad Mary-Sue Fanfic. REALLY bad with terrible dialogue. I can't help giggling throughout all of the scenes.

The car appears to be fixed. *crosses fingers* *knocks on wood* The dude seems to think it is only a battery problem. I'm going to bow to his expertise but I'm not sure that I believe him. At least this is a LOT cheaper than a new alternator.

Flying to Houston tomorrow for work. I no longer have any dress up work clothes. The older stuff that I do have is all winter dress up work clothes. I"m going to Houston for goodness sake. I need OMG it's so hot! dress up work clothes. Of course I'm also going to be shleping through a v.v. dirty plant while I'm there so I can't wander around in a skirt in heels. Times like these I want to be a dude. Button up shirt, slacks and loafers. So easy......

Back to the bad dialogue.