I'm one hot mama. My doctor said so. According to her, I've had a fever for the last year. Yesterday on the boat we ran over what was probably the corpse of a mob hit. It was dark, it could have been a stick, but my bets are on the corpse theory. Also, my dog learned how to speak good morning. It's slightly disturbing. She just said it and it's four in the afternoon. For Pete's sake, Bambi, learn how to tell time or shut the hell up, right?