Monday, July 17, 2006


7:17 a.m.

I have been drinking my tea chilled lately. (Summer and all.) I take a pitcher out of the fridge and fill a 64oz mug. It's hot in SoCal. And I'm sunburned. My knees are red and scabbed. My face is on fire and my eyes are puffy. Yesterday I went to the beach and was riding waves on the body board for hours. I came within inches of creaming a toddler on two occasions as I rode up on shore. The same kid. Instead of just stearing the board by leaning left or right, however, I panicked (both times) and slid off the back of the board, using my knees to skid to a stop in front of the little girl with the blond curls. She was so tiny I thought I might break her, so I sacrificed my knees. The second time this happened, she looked down at me, stuck out her tongue, and ran off to her mother who was snearing at me from under an umbrella further up the beach. If it weren't for the thrill of salt water mixing into my wounds and sending rivulets of blood down to my ankles, I might have cared. I sighed. Time to hang up the board for the day. It's bad enough to be riding in the water on top of a device that is shaped approximately like a harbor seal, but to mix blood in with that might be less than wise.

Anyway, I am now paying for my day of fun and sun on the beach. LHM walks into the kitchen and stops at the entrance. He's about to leave for work.

I smile at him, peck him on the cheek and say, "Too late now. You already married me." I pat him on the shoulder and hobble back toward the bedroom before saying under my breath, "Sucker."

I hear him yell from the other room some smart aleck comment about false advertising before he slams the back door.

I lay there in silence. Nothing to do. I am on my "honeymoon" and won't be back home for a month. I consider the events of the past month or two. I no longer work for the PI firm. They decided to bring all of the regional positions Boston. Since I wouldn't be able to relocate, I decided that Hell, Inc. sucked anyway and I was better off sticking with one job, my death investigator gig. One job? I mean...what am I going to do with myself with all of this extra time?

So, then LHM proposed to me. (Over the phone, although I think I've forgiven him for that at this point.) He is selling his business, and will leave everything he's worked for over the past seven years to move to Chicago and start a new life with me there. We will start out own PI firm. A family business. You "Hart to Hart".


Bill said...

Very cool. I hope you get your own reality TV series.

motw said...

Or (Light)Hair to Hair.

Okay, I got nothin'.

Polly P.I. said...

That would be some show, Bill! We're going to take pretty much any case in the beginning until we find our niche. Should be far more interesting than the other work I did.

Kafaleni said...


Sounds like you're going to be having a lot of fun - a whole brand new beginning, a new business and a lot of love!

Congratulations once again!

Polly PI and Associates, perhaps?

Anonymous said...

Definition of a Beautiful Bride:
Polly P.I.

Health, happiness and all the best.

John Meade

Jeff Meyerson said...

If you guys are going to start a p.i. firm in Chicago you MUST come to Bouchercon in Madison - September 27-30.

Think of all the business and contacts you can make. And you'll get to see us (and vice versa)!

Loki said...

A friend of my family started a career ….uhhhhh, lets just say, not in her 20’s. I always liked her (funny, very smart), and tried not to trip over my feet or drool too much when I was around her. But I never “saw” her as a forensic investigator. It must be a guy thing to think that beautiful, elegant, women would avoid the profession. I learned otherwise pretty quickly.

Take a look at the link below that gives a bio and professional stuff. You might want to strike up a correspondence. One professional to another.

Just saying.........

Anonymous said...

Hello! Pippy here to say congrats Hunny! I can't wait to see you on the 31st. The office just isn't as fun without you. I turned in my resignation effective Oct. 1st ... I start the other job on the 24th of this month though ... so I'm hoping .... I have to call the man behind the curtain to be sure. I love you Darlin!
Take Care ... see you safely home soon. Is it just you I'm picking up at the airport ... are we gonna be ALONE:) hehehe


Polly P.I. said...

Hey, Pip!

Congrats again on the new gig! I'm going to miss you at the MEO. We'll have to make a standing lunch appointment every week or two so I can keep up on what's going on with you!

Actually, my flight comes in on August 2nd at 12:05 a.m. I will not be alone, however. Is that going to be okay still?

jane said...

so you're serious about the PI firm gig? THAT is REALLY freakin' awesome.

Leetie said...

How exciting!

Anonymous said...

One time @ band camp........Then she tackled him and said "Say my name *&*%$! Marry me *&%$#!" And he said OK!

Two offspring here want to know when we get to mingle again.

Let's talk!


Kelli Estes said...

Congratulations on the new husband and the new business! What an exciting time in your life!

Glad to have you back in Blogland!

Anonymous said...

what about poor poor dark haired man (DHM). Doesn't anyone care about him!

JD Rhoades said...

He is selling his business, and will leave everything he's worked for over the past seven years to move to Chicago and start a new life with me there. We will start out own PI firm. A family business. You "Hart to Hart".

There's a book in this. I gar-on-tee.

Larry said...

Well, I hope it doesn't end up something like Mr. and Mrs. Smith :)

Julia Hart said...

Maybe more like The Scarecrow and Mrs. King. Or better yet - Moonlighting!

Congratulations, my friend!