I haven’t actively watched any CSI-type murder shows in some time now, but that apparently doesn’t stop me from trying to plan the perfect murder. It’s probably not a good thing that I spent a good chunk of my morning thinking about the frozen ham I just took out of the freezer, and how it would make an awesome head-basher, then wondering if they would ever be able to trace the distinctive indentations in the skull to the frozen ham hock – especially if I cook and eat the evidence for Sunday dinner.
I could never be a criminal mastermind – I would want to tell people exactly how I pulled off this awesome crime, and then I’d go to jail where they wouldn’t let me on the internet.
Err, and it would be bad to take a life and stuff.
But mostly, I’d miss the internet.
Also, “Death by Ham” would be a great band name.
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Have you read the Roald Dahl short story “Lamb to the Slaughter”? Very similar plot… it’s an awesome story, too. Creepy in that perfect Roald Dahl way.
THANK YOU, Mary Ellen…I couldn’t remember what story that was, but that’s obviously the first thing I thought of and I knew I read it somewhere sometime.