Beth: Holy cow! It’s Dr. Kelly Brackett from Emergency! Amazingly, he hasn’t aged a day since 1975! He’s still got it, sprinting (power-walking? just pumping his arms for effect?) from bedpan to bedpan, performing medical miracles in under 60 minutes. But what inquiring minds want to know is this: Where’s Johnny Gage? Rrrowwrr!.
Robyn: I would love this, except that he looks like his ex-lax has just kicked in and he’s only running to save his dignity.
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Beth: …stranger on her doorstep… Okay, sweetie, that fella isn’t here to hold your clothespins. Drop the basket, run inside and load the shotgun. NOW.
Robyn: A dusty man, coming down a dusty road. Toward a woman in a hideous housedress who has just finished a big load of laundry. Because, as you know, Harlequin Knows Romance.
Beth: ...and can I just point out I’ve never once had an apron that would cross over itself around my hips? She should be strung up and force-fed Krispy Kremes until she stretches that thing out properly!
What's your opinion of the fugliness? Comment away--and don't forget to hop over to Robyn's blog and check out her selections too!
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