Good Cop....Bad Cop (Ms. Fabulous Guest Column!)

I still remember that dark and stormy night when Dr. Trouble called me declaring”I’m going to start writing a blog.” My reaction, of course, was “What the H is a blog?” After over a year of following her adventures at this site, I can’t imagine our lives before it.

Ever since she started chronicling her dalliances, she’s asked me to write a “guest blog.” You may remember the New Yorker’s stab at it (Guest Column)… or may choose to forget it (tee-hee). But I’ve been reluctant just cause who wants to follow Dr. Trouble’s savvy voice on this thing.

You also may have noticed her escapades are falling by the wayside ever since she went out on that first date with Robin Leach and began her new job. After recently nursing the good doctor back from a bout of cholera, I decided to give it a go and spice up this sadly waning site. So here goes… Ms Fabulous’ guest blog… sans Dr. Trouble…

It all started this past week when I joined the New Yorker in her place of work. After being introduced to each other by the staff on Monday (as if I haven’t know this girl forever!), our astute and charismatic boss (man, he is charming) quickly diagnosed our compatibility and assigned us a query to work on together. Adding detective work to our usual job description of saving lives, we cracked the case.

Recognizing the force behind our combined deductive skills, the New Yorker decided that we should put our talents to good use and protect the good of mankind by becoming officers of the law… for Halloween of course.
And so was born our costumes…

Good Cop… Me of course (remember I’m the innocent one)....with the "good cuffs"

Bad Cop... The naughty New Yorker

We started out by patrolling and keeping streets of D-town safe. Afterwards, we foiled a robbery in a nearby pharmacy…

After a few interesting stops along the way that can only be summarized as necessitating a shower afterwards, we made our way to the secret sting location. There we encountered plenty of colorful characters both known and unknown to us. By the end of the night, I think we had handcuffed everyone there.

Here are some pics of us fighting crime while busting a move on the dance floor (Lo siento, tame cause it’s me … remember I’m the good girl in the group).

My only regret…

Where was my nidus of mischief Dr. Trouble? Oh well. I guess we’ll just have to keep our eyes peeled for adventures to come.
Be well, Ms. Fabulous