Law & Order

TV has become a really unhealthy part of my post baby life. I wake up at 7am, and by 7:15 the tube is on. I may not necessarily watch every second, but it’s on in the background. I watch the morning news, then a cooking show, then some women cat fighting around a table, then the twelve o’clock news and finally a game show. And then the really good programming begins. Rerun after rerun of law and order. Until seven o’clock. Score.

I get a rush from that sound. You know, the “duh-duhn” that’s played at every scene change. And then they interview someone who seems to be so busy that they can’t stop for one second to talk to the detectives. And if they catch the “perp” before the halfway point of the show you can count on them having the wrong guy. And then they go into the courtroom and convict the SOB all in a sixty-minute show. And they‘ve got Elliott Stabler, hottest detective ever to grace the small screen. Perfection.

When Jane was about two months old, I noticed a really weird habit emerging in my daily routine. Everyone became a suspect. I would case every potential perp in the neighborhood. If anyone seemed suspicious, I would mentally note a description. You know- tall, medium build, blue baseball cap, white shirt, jeans. Dark colored, late model sedan. I didn’t get all of the license plate, but I know it started with KRV. New Jersey plates. But these facts are good to know, just in case. You can never be too careful.