It was with a certain irony that Samantha recalled complaining about suburbia, "You can't imagine a real drama taking place in this neighborhood, only genre fiction: mystery, romance or farce," as she stood over the corpse of her husband's lover, wondering where in this hideous McMansion she could hide a bloody knife.
So, write the books, sell them, make lots of $$$. Mr. Darwin retires young and does the dishes...
ReplyDeleteOr just sell the idea to the producers of Desperate Housewives!
ReplyDeleteDang. Signed in as the DH again.
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