Ok, if you haven't read Close to his Heart and Red Sunset, then I suggest reading those before starting this one. Just so you know what I'm refering to, this is the third in that series. Special thanks to my betas: Flashymom and Ciaddict. You two helped me keep my head on straight!

All the usual disclaimers apply. Ladies and gentlemen,

Where is it?

Bobby Goren rubbed his eyes as he shuffled down the hallway to his apartment. After four extremely long nights of stake-outs and cold coffee, they finally found the guy they were looking for a couple of hours before dawn. After spending several hours in the interrogation room, he and Alex were closer to closing this case, but not quite there yet. Sighing heavily, he inserted the key into the door and entered his apartment.



Closing the door behind him, Bobby took off his leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair. He tossed his leather binder, badge and keys on the table by the door. Something wasn’t right here. Everything looked fine, but his gut screamed that something was out of the ordinary. Closing his eyes briefly to fight off the fatigue that seemed to be clouding his mind, he reexamined the apartment. A blue quilt lay on the couch, instead of on the back, a couple of pillows from the couch were scattered onto the floor. Bobby walked over to the couch and absent mindedly straightened up the pillows and quilt. He sat down on the couch and removed his shoes, briefly wishing he could just stretch out on the couch. The television reflected the quiet contours of his living room. Quiet. It was too quiet.



Bobby walked into the kitchen, and found his step-son, Jason, happily eating a bowl of Cheerios. Noticing the mess on the counter, he quickly realized that the six-year old kindergartener had managed to fix his own breakfast. “Good morning, Jason.”



The boy’s eyes lit up as the sight of Bobby, jumping down from his chair and ran to give him a huge hug. Bobby lifted Jason up off the floor and wrapped him into a huge bear hug, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Jason rubbed his face, “You need to shave. Your face is prickly.”



“Hey, I kinda like my beard.” Jason shook his head no, and returned to his cereal. As Bobby cleaned up the mess on the counter, he glanced over at Jason, “Where’s your mom?”



Jason answered real quietly, “She’s sick.”



“Sick?”



Nodding, he replied with a mouthful of Cheerios, “Mommy threw up this morning.” He spewed wet Cheerios over the table as he spoke.



“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Jas. I’ll check on Mom in a minute, but first you need to get ready for school.”



Jason nodded, and lifted his bowl to drink the milk. He then trotted to his room, with Bobby on his heels. Bobby hoped that his wife, Rena, had put out Jason’s clothes as usual the night before. Noticing that she had, he handed Jason his favorite dinosaur sweater and blue jeans, then herded him into the hall bathroom to change and brush his teeth.



Returning to the kitchen, he checked the schedule for school. Several moms that attended Jason’s school had gotten together and swapped out taking and picking up the kids for school. Fortunately, Mrs. Williams was picking up today, so Bobby didn’t need to worry about getting Jason to school.



Jason bounced into the kitchen with his shoes in hand. While he knew how to tie his shoes, he preferred an adult to do it. About the time that Jason’s shoes were tied, there was a knock at the door. Jason ran into his room to grab his backpack, while Bobby opened the door.



Mrs. Williams took a step back at seeing the tall and barefoot detective, since he rarely was home at this time. Slightly surprised, she tried to regain her composure, “Mr. Goren, how nice to see you.”



Smiling sheepishly, “You as well, Mrs. Williams. I ran home from work for a few minutes to grab a shower and change of clothes.”



“You need to slow down and take care of yourself, Mr. Goren. Don’t let them run you into the ground.” Behind her, her six year old son and eleven year old daughter argued over who was going to sit up front with their mother in the van.



Jason then darted between the two adults, glanced over his shoulder, “Bye!”



Grabbing Jason’s jacket, he gently tossed it to the boy in the hallway, “Hey, buddy, you’re going to need this!”



Frowning Jason peered up at Bobby with big blue eyes, “But it’s too hot in the afternoon!” he whined.



Bobby didn’t answer; he just looked at Jason with the same gaze that made many suspects confess their crimes. Jason’s face fell in defeat, “Ok. I’ll put it on!”



Grinning, Bobby waved, “Have a good day at school!”



Laughing Mrs. Williams turned to Bobby, “Hey, can I borrow you to deal with my middle-school daughter? I mean one look, and he folded!” Laughing she followed the kids down the hallway, “Remind your wife that she has mornings next week!”



Bobby nodded then closed the door to the apartment. As soon as the door closed, his expression became worried and concerned. Rena was nowhere in sight. Even when she’s not feeling too well, she’s never failed to come out to get Jason ready for school. Walking through the apartment, a sharp pain in his foot caused him to stop and curse. Looking down at the floor, he saw several stray Legos scattered across the hallway. How he managed not to step on one earlier was almost miraculous.



Limping slightly into his bedroom, he quietly opened the door. He could hear the water running from the master bathroom. Tapping softly on the bathroom door, knocking it open to reveal his wife, still dressed in her pajamas splashing water on her face. “Hey, beautiful.”



She glared at him, “I not so sure about that.”



Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek, “No matter what, you’re beautiful.”



Rena pushed him off, “Must not be that beautiful since you haven’t come home all week.”



The tone in which she replied stung him, deeply. Following her into their bedroom, “Babe, you know I can’t control that.”



“Whatever. I don’t really feel talking about it right now.” She began rummaging through the closet, and tossing clothes on the bed.



Bobby felt the tension from his wife, and tried to change tactics, “Jason said you were sick this morning.”



“I’m still fighting that stomach bug I had this weekend.”



Concerned, he tried to get closer to his wife, “Perhaps you should call in today, and see a doctor.”



“I’ll be fine; my stomach is just really sensitive right now.”



“Rena...”



She interrupted him, “I’ve got to get ready for work.” And she slammed the bathroom door in his face.



Bobby sighed. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed a towel from the hall closet, and went into the other bathroom to grab a quick shower.



After finishing his shower, he wrapped the blue towel around his waist and headed back to the bedroom, carefully avoiding the scattered Legos that were on the hallway floor. Still pondering how to soothe his agitated wife, it took him a few moments to realize that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, only partly dressed, staring at a white plastic tube on the dresser.



Gently, he touched her shoulder, “Babe, are you ok?”



Startled, Rena turned toward him and snapped, “I’m fine.”



Unwilling to let the tension between them continue, “Really? So you barely crawl out of bed, you don’t get Jason ready for school, you not dressed yet and you expect me to assume that you’re fine?” Bobby let loose his temper, “So don’t sit there and tell me everything is ‘fine’ when I know that it damn well isn’t!”



Unexpectedly, Rena burst into tears. Bobby dropped the towel, and held her as she cried. After a few minutes, he tilted her head up and brushed her auburn hair out of her face. “Come on, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.” He softly pleaded.



Tears still flowing, “It’s just we never talked about it. I mean the possibility has always been there.” She stood and began to pace the room, “Whenever we talked about the future we’ve always talked about the three of us.”



With a puzzled expression on his face, Bobby stood up and once again, wrapped his arms around her, “Babe, tell me what’s wrong. Talk to me.”



Rena peered up into his warm dark brown eyes, trembling slightly, “Bobby, I’m pregnant.”



One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. “Are . . . are . . . are you sure?”



Pointing at the white plastic tube he noticed earlier, “That’s the third test I took.”



“How? I mean I know how, but . . . but when? I’ve been working so much lately and fitting in Jason’s soccer practice and games. . .”



Rena glanced at him, “Pennsylvania. About a month ago for our anniversary. Remember that little place?”



His mouth turned up into a smile, “I remember you getting jealous over the attention that country store manager was giving me.”



Unable to resist smiling at his teasing, Rena punched his arm, “I was not jealous. Just defending my turf, buddy.”



Bobby cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply. “Thank you.”



“For what?”



Placing his hand on her stomach, he gently answered, “For this. For you. I love you more than I think words can ever fully express.”



Rena’s face reflected the love and compassion that she felt, “Even when I’m going to drive you crazy with wild food demands and mood swings?”



“Even then.” He grinned. “Let me go into the office and clear up a few things, and both of us will go to see the doctor together. No arguments, either. I’ll make the appointment myself if I have to.”



Jovially, she took a step back, as she scanned him and the fallen towel, “I think you might need to get dressed first though.”



A few hours later, in the Major Case Squad room, Bobby sat at his desk, trying to give the impression that he was diligently working on his paperwork. Instead he stared off into space. It took Alex a few minutes to realize that her partner, while physically sitting their in the squad room with her, definitely wasn’t there mentally.



“Hey, do you need to grab some sleep upstairs?” She paused. When Bobby didn’t answer her, she gently prodded, “Bobby?” Waving her hand in front of his face, “Earth to Bobby! Anyone there?”



Surprised, Bobby sheepishly peered at Alex, “Sorry about that. I’ve got a lot on my mind today.” He attempted to go back to his paperwork.



“Want to talk about it?”



Shrugging, he didn’t reply. Alex, as stubborn as her partner, didn’t relent. “Come on, it can’t be that earth shattering can it?” Grinning mischievously, she tried to get her partner to open up, “It’s not like Rena is pregnant or anything.”



Bobby bolted up in his chair at the comment. Studying her for a few long moments, he tried to decide if she was just joking, or if she already knew. Words at this point seemed to inadequate express anything, so he just nodded. Very slowly and deliberately.



Alex’s jaw dropped. “Bobby, I was just kidding. Are you serious?”



Rubbing the back of his head, he leaned back in his chair. “Yeah. She told me this morning when I went home to change.”



With a grin that made the Cheshire cat’s look small, “Bobby that’s great! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Then she stopped, “Is the world ready for another Bobby Goren?”



At that moment Danny Ross appeared at the two detectives’ desks, “What’s the progress on the Renshaw case?” After looking at the two detectives, he just had to ask, “And why would we want another Bobby Goren?”



Alex beamed, “You want to tell him, or should I?” Bobby leaned back in his chair and waved her on. “Rena just informed Bobby that he’s going to a proud papa.”



Ross’s eyebrows shot up, “Congratulations, Detective.” Checking his watch he added, “Both of you have lived here pretty much all week, turn in your paperwork and head out for the day. Reacquaint yourselves with your families.”



About twenty minutes later, Bobby entered Ross’s office to give him the paperwork on the stake-out that yielded the suspect in the Renshaw murder. As he turned to leave, Ross spoke up, “Close the door and have a seat Goren.”



Puzzled, he did as Ross requested. He and Ross had never developed an easy relationship, and part of the blame for their tense relationship sat on his shoulders.



Ross set two glasses on his desk, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. As he poured for both of them he spoke, “I clearly remember the day my ex told me that she was expecting my eldest son.” Chuckling at the memory, he continued, “I think I walked around with that same dazed expression that you have for about a week.” With a knowing smile, Ross handed Bobby a glass, “Congratulations, Detective.”



Holding his glass up for the toast, Bobby sipped at the whiskey, slightly surprised at how good it was. “Sorry if I was a little out of it today. I’m still in shock.”



Ross chuckled again, “I’ve been in your shoes, Goren.” Waving towards the elevators, “Head on home. Remind yourself what home looks like, and don’t bother coming back until Monday. You and Eames have already run up enough overtime to have the Chief breathing down my neck.”



Bobby finished he drink, “Thanks for the drink, Captain. See you Monday.”

Sorry about that Peyton. Me & the board were having copy, paste & formating issues. should be there now!

Ooh I am excited to see this one. Rena's pregnant. Woohoo and I loved the talk Ross and Bobby had. I also loved Rena talking about her fighting for her man. I had to laugh. Very great start.

He dropped his towel. ::THUD::

I've already told you how much I love this. I especially love cranky, moody, pregnant Rena!

You know how much I love this, too. Especially since I'm in it! (Mrs. Williams, who picks Josh up for school, that's me, y'all! Yes, ME!!!!!!) The door opens, and I see tall, gorgeous, BAREFOOT BOBBY!!!!! ::thud!!!::

Thank you, TCIF! I love it!

I read this last night and couldn't post my review because of my usual 'forum issues'! This place does not like me very much anymore.

Pregnant, moody Rena - love it. Towelless Bobby - ::thud:: - definitely LOVE IT! Ross and kids - who've thunk it would bring out the man's soft side, but that's exactly what happened in Shattered, too. No matter what, I see the man as a devoted father and he would be happy for Bobby to have kids.

So, FM's Mrs. Williams, picking up Jason for school. You mention a country store clerk who was making a pass at Bobby....I happen to manage and work a country store in the summer. Not claiming to be the person in your story, but if Bobby were to walk in, I would definitely be making googly eyes and passes at the man.

I hadn't realized that when I beta'd this chapter, Judy! My, my, my, we're having lots of fun mentioning each other in our stories, aren't we? hmmmmm, maybe Bobby needs to go rent a movie and order a pizza in mine at some point, huh?

I had wondered if anyone was going to pick up on that! Yes, that is a reference to you, Judy.



hmmmm, it's an idea. Let me think on it.

I am honored TCIF, thank you. Did he at least a flirt back with me a little?

I created a LOCi case episode (not written), where a woman was the main suspect for killing her husband, and her character was based on you (sorry, haha!) You- I mean she was very attracted to Goren and she did flirt with him, and so did her co-workers (women based on FM, Kim, TCif and all the other women ) It would be years until I would ever write it fully since I need more practice with all the procedures, but adding everyone in the story was fun.

Sounds like fun! You popped in and read my latest chapter yet, chica?

I'm sure he was very polite and nice, but as far as flirting---with his wife standing there next to him????

True, true - I couldn't picture him being attracted to another woman when he's happily married. (But I can dream... )

but to stand there and look into those eye.....::sigh::

::sigh ~ THUD ~ sigh::

Now see, I think he would flirt just a little, if only because he would find it so amusing to have someone flirt with him when his wife is standing there. In fact, I'm writing about A Person of Interest right now, and some minor things will have to change since in my world Bobby has a wife and kids. But that little flirtation with the waitress at Sal's is going to stay in.

It's so fun that board members are showing up in fanfiction stories. Although, with this one I can't seem to get past the part where it says he dropped his towel. ::THUD:: I notice there were no board members around for that particular scene!

You didn't see me standing there, taking pictures? Who do you think picked up the towel after the scene was over?

Wait a minute---I thought I was the one taking pictures!!!

Picking up Bobby's towel......

::THUD::

Oh, did I happen to mention it was a GREEN towel?

pick up towel----or be there in the shower with Bobby?

You're killin' me, Smalls!

UMM, Flashymom, it wasn't a green towel. Whose bedroom was you in???

Great chapter. I too liked Ross offering a drink to Bobby. I look forward to the next chapter.

It wasn't green? Seriously? Uh, oh....I wonder who that is that I was taking pictures of then.....

It was blue, right? Not that I was looking at the towel.

Judy, why didn't you say anything earlier to me? I missed this. I read the chapter very very close and still missed this. Shame, shame on me. ::hangs head in shame:: I am gonna read it again.

Now I have a challenge. I've worked Flashymom and Judy in, so now I've got to figure out how to work the rest of you in---discretly of course.

Ok, I've finally posted my other two stories on ff.net, along with the first chapter of this story. As soon as I hear from my other beta, I'll post chapter 2.

Are you TCIF at ff.net, too? I'm terrible about remembering to review at both places but I do try.

YAY!!! Chapter 2 - I'll keep checking for it.

I'll go read it.........

My screen name there is TCIF (my full name here is just too long to time, and I was being lazy!)



No rush--since I'm stuck at work for several more hours, then have church tonight. One of these days I'll win the lottery and I'll skip the whole work thing....

Rena stepped off the elevator and glanced around, scanning the sea of faces for her husband’s. Spotting Alex sitting at her desk, she made her way over to see her husband’s partner. As easily as possible, Rena slid over to Alex’s desk. “Hey, Alex.”

Alex glanced up, and beamed at the sight of Rena. Rising from her desk she gave her a big hug, “Hey, yourself! What are you doing here?”



“Baby appointment. You know how Bobby is about being there with me at all these doctor appointments. I thought I would stop by early and see if I couldn’t grab him for lunch before we go.”



Alex scrunched her eyes shut momentarily, “That’s right, he told me about it yesterday. I totally forgot! He’s in the interrogation room right now, with the new guy.” Pulling out the chair from Bobby’s desk she gestured toward it, “Might as well make yourself comfortable until he gets done. Shouldn’t be too long now.”



Rena eased herself down into Bobby’s chair, which wasn’t the most comfortable chair in the world. Rena now understood why Bobby hated to stay in the office and fill out paperwork. “Why aren’t you in there with him?”



Alex rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “This suspect is so shy around women, ANY woman, that he totally freezes up when ever one is in the room with him.” She gestured toward the interrogation rooms, “I’ve come across some shy guys, but I mean he really takes the cake!”



Rena laughed, as she tried to make herself comfortable. “How’s the new guy working out?”



Shrugging, Alex glanced over at his desk, “Johnson? I think he’s over the whole, ‘New Guy’ thing, but he should be alright.” Waving the issue aside, Eames changed the subject. “Ok enough shop talk, let’s talk about something more interesting, like baby names.”



Rena wagged her finger at Alex, “Can’t wait to find out what your godchild’s name is going to be can you?”



“Heck, I wish you guys would just find out if it’s a boy or girl! Do you realize how many cute outfits I’ve had to pass up?”



Laughing loudly, Rena exclaimed, “Tell me about it, Alex! My mother and one of my good friends out in California have been nagging us for months now! But you know Bobby; he really wants it to be a surprise.”



“What names have you settled on?”



“If it’s a boy, I really want to name him after Bobby.”



“I take it he’s against it?”



“Yeah, for a couple of different reasons. I think part of the reason is because he doesn’t like his middle name, and doesn’t want to saddle any child of his with that name.”



Alex’s eyebrow pulled together in concentration, “You know, in all the years that I have been Bobby’s partner, I don’t think I know what his middle name is. I mean, I know he has Robert O. Goren on his cards, but I don’t know what the O stands for.”



“He didn’t tell you!” Giggling she continued, “He hates his middle name. It stands for . . .”



“Welcome, Mrs. Goren.” Danny Ross interrupted, ignoring the suddenly irritated look on Alex’s face.



“Hello, Captain Ross. It’s good to see you again.”



“Please, call me Danny.” He glanced at Eames. “They just got him to confess, Eames. They are taking him to booking now. The new ADA is wanting your files this afternoon . . .” he trailed off, knowing that Goren was scheduled to be out that afternoon.



Alex lifted her eyes towards the ceiling, “Of course. I’ll get ‘em ready.”



Just then, Elizabeth Rodgers walked off the elevator, and headed straight for the trio. Nodding to Alex and Rena, she turned her full attention to Ross, “I’m ready to go over the anomalies in the Kurita case with you and Detective Wheeler.”



Ross gestured towards his office, “We can talk in my office, Rodgers. Let me grab Wheeler.” Nodding at Rena, he said to her, “Mrs. Goren, good to see you again.”



“You too, Captain.” As the two women watched Danny follow Rodgers into his office, Rena asked Alex, “So, are they still together?”



“As far as I know they are.” Alex rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, “Of course, they stay so professional during office hours.”



“Bobby seems to think they make a good match. So, how do you want your coffee tomorrow since you’re doing Bobby’s half of the paperwork?”



Laughing, Alex leaned forward, “If you could drop the hint about the new place around the corner having these really good caramel and chocolate lattes, I’ll forgive him for the paperwork.”



“Consider it done.”



Neither woman noticed the group of men emerging from the elevators, nor the automatic weapons, until it was too late.

You've got me on the edge of my seat! Good job!

Um...WHAT!!! I think you are getting as evil as the rest of us with cliffhangers, worse, I think. Ok, maybe not worse but still. So, what does the "O" stand for? I think I would have been aggravated along with Alex. I love that you included Ross & Rodgers and they are still dating and keeping it professional at work. Cannot wait to read more. Will probably go insane before that.

Sheesh! Another cliff-hanger! You people are killing me! I guess I better bring in a supply tacos and cheesecake.


Soooo....got the next chapter done yet?

What a great Friday morning surprise! Real life kept me from playing at the forum too muchlast night.

So ... what does the O stand for? (I always thought it was Owen for some reason, am I wrong?) AUTOMATIC WEAPONS??? What's up with that? Are my cliffhangers that cruel?

At least Bobby's in the interrogation room so maybe be can get the drop on them. Nothing better happen to Rena, Alex or the baby. Johnson, the new guy, is fair game though. Feel free to bump him off if you need a victim.

So, next chapter by lunch?

Well, as far as I know, the show has never told us what the O stands for. So I thought I would play with it a bit.....

Cruel and evil cliffhangers??? Would I do that to you guys?

I hope I can surprise you with how this one turns out.

Well, we tossed some ideas around via email, so you got that next chapter, or chapters (we came up with a lot of stuff) done yet?

Actually, the military will also assign O as your middle initial if you don't have a given middle name...I just remembered hearing that somewhere as well. Let's see Owen, Oscar (baby Jack's nickname from his Uncle) - I'll have to go look up men's names beginning with O cuz now I'm really curious.

Also - AUTOMATIC WEAPONS!!!! Did I mentione before that I was a bit surprised by that?

I haven't had time to delevop those ideas yet! Darn Icky Work Thing! Plus I've got Cub Scout stuff this weekend......



Maybe they gun dealers ready to demostrate the lastest model for the NYPD--you know, a sales pitch?

::flashymom fingers green trigger on Launcher:: You need me to blast away at Icky Work Thing for you?

::puts hands over mouth:: I'm not talking....I'm not talking.....I'm not talking....

O names for men.....found these through Google on the website babynameshub:

Owen
Oscar
Obediah
Orion (hmmmm....where have we heard that name before? )
Orel
Oral
Obed
Octave
Octavius
Ocie
Oakley
Obe
Obie
Octavio
Oddie
Oda
Ozzie (Nelson, Davis)
Opie (Cunningham)
Odell
Odie
Odin
Odis
Odus
Offie
Odgen
Okey
Ola
Olaf
Olan
Oland
Ole
Olen
Oley
Olie
Olin
Olive (why?)
Oliver
Ollie
Olof
Omar
Omari
Omarion
Omer
Oneal
Opal
Ora
Oran
Orange (again, why?)
Oren
Orie
Orin
Oris
Orla
Orland
Orlando
Orley
Orlin
Orlo
Orren
Orrie
Orrin
Orris
Orson (means "Like the Bear" my fave, cuz describes Bobby so well)
Orval
Orvel
Orvil
Orville
Orvin
Orvis
Osbaldo
Osborn
Osborne
Osie
Ossie
Osvaldo
Oswald (means "Of God-like Power")
Oswaldo
Otha
Othel
Otho
Otis
Ott
Ottie
Ottis
Otto
Ova
Ovid (famous Greek writer of mythology)
Ovila
Owens
Ozell
Ozie

I'm sure there are more, but I'm not going to go hunt them down. There should be more than enough names here for us to pick which one we think it is. Or, we could just go to Wikipedia and see what that says, or have VDOVault call her writer friend and ask.....

This is certainly keeping my mind off the hurricane!

I went and looked on Wikipedia--no mention of Goren's middle name.

Ok, I need a place to vent, and this place here is safe for me right now, so........


In my job (I work in radio), I have to input sales orders, input commerical instructions, assemble and edit the commerical air logs, handle accounts receivable and do various different reports for local managers and corporate. For all six radio stations (4 FMs and 2 AMs). So we hired a new production guy eariler this year who is suppose to make sure that the commericals get produced and put into our computer system.

He sucks.

His end is not getting done. I'm getting stuff to him, but it's not being inputted into the system correctly. So he goes to our GM (who he is buddy's with and knows won't fuss at him) and complained that I gave him all this production late on Friday and he has been having to come in over the weekend to get it done.

I gave him two things late--which would take 10 minutes to handle. Of course the whole production problem is my fault. I mean, I should do everything else AND have him he's stuff early in the morning. Let's not mention that I input over $50,000 worth of sales orders Thursday and was suppose to get 18 commerical logs done (Friday and the weekend), which didn't happen. Let's not mention that I'm suppose to have help on Thursday cause their is so much to be done and I haven't been getting the help, nor will I get any help for over a month. Let's not mention that I have to have a revolving door for the sales reps and drop everything I'm doing to assit them with their crisis of the moment. Let's not mention that I DO MORE WORK THAN ANYONE ELSE IN MY POSITION IN THE ENTIRE COMPANY (our corp is located in at least 26 cities). Of course, my production directors problems are soley my fault, and I should be bending over backwards to make sure he can walk on roses. Forget the fact I work everyday without a lunch break, which equals almost 45 hours a week--I'm salary so it doesn't matter how many hours I work. WHY DOES EVERYONE ELSES PROBLEM HAVE TO BE SOLVED BY ME!

On top of that, me and the hubby have deceided to cancel our satellite tv. Can't really afford it right now, so I won't be able to see LOCI when it comes back on in November. Today sucks!

::flashymom walks in, stands next to TCIF, faces TCIF's Icky Work Thing problem and adds this comment:

PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPB!!!!!!!

And may I just add my PBPBPBPBPBPBPB to FM's!

Sorry the Icky Work Thing has you down TCIF. I'll stock up on tacos and Triple Chocolate Cheesecake. (And BTW, why is it that Marie Callendar's regularly puts some or all of their pies on sale, but NEVER the cheesecake? Just asking--back to supporting TCIF now)

Thanks, guys! It's been a really crappy day. Doesn't help that my department head isn't even sticking up for me either. Totally sucks.

And now I won't even be able to watch LOCI any more......I think I need to go curl up in a corner and cry.


Verry , Verry, Very Bad Day.

You and Alexander.... ::hands TCIF GINORMOUS box of tissues:: Go talk to Spook or Judy about getting you copies of season 1-6 dvds..........