Say you were a famous author, and everywhere you went, no matter if you were visiting your niece or were on a business trip, someone was murdered? Wouldn't, after several years at least, you become a little concerned about your role in all this? Yet in every episode of Murder, She Wrote, Angela Lansbury takes all the dead bodies falling down around her in stride. I know I've commented on this to a few of my friends already, but I thought it was important enough to write a post. I realize that this t.v. program is not the most realistic (how often in real life do murderers confess so easily to their crimes and turn themselves in?), but it's still extraordinarily entertaining (if you enjoy silly and easy mysteries). The lack of realism though in regards to Jessica Fletcher's surroundings of murder does bother me.
Anyways, my mum and dad and I are off to visit my sister this weekend. We're going to see her in her college's spring production of......totally forget the name of the play. It's something in Yiddish. And it's about a family split up by the Holocaust and then reunited. Sounds like a real upbeat theater experience. But I know it will be good because SPU has a really good theater department and I think Anne does a very good job in whatever she's in (call me biased).
So while I'm off eating a lot of fresh seafood and wondering if anyone would notice if I stole the car and drove over to Idaho to see Jason, have a fantabulous weekend everyone!
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