So it's Wednesday Night, my solo night with no obligations. And I am craving biscuits. I know. It's bad. Very bad. Especially when I think of honey, butter and preserves.
I spent the evening with Miss Casey at the Richmond Police Department and all in all it went very well (nowhere near as bad as Emergency Room Chaperonage Duty). Neither of us were booked or frisked but if that gorgeous Police Lady had asked for either of our numbers, we either one of us would have been happy to oblige.