Monday's With Shelia

Mr. Brook's coffee this morning is pecan praline. The patio is quite this morning except for Shelia, who is having a latte at the corner table. She must know everyone in town is at the landfill on a wild gym bag chase.

Having Shelia back in town, means I will have to watch my back, just like the rest of Genoa City this coming year. The blond wig and dark sunglasses look pretty good on Shelia. Uh-OH! Here she comes! I will try not to look.

"Sir, Have you seen this woman?"

I slowly raise my head.

Yeah, that is Patty Williams or Dr. Peterson. Take your pick.

"Are you trying to be funny"

ME!

NO!

"I was referring to Dr. Peterson"

Excellent Doctor, I see her myself for my soap opera disorder...commonly know as SOD.

I think she lives at the GCAC which is just around....

"I know where the GCAC is you idiot!"

"Are you making a pass at me?"

No, I just sweat in winter like a pig in heat, sorry.

Shelia then whips out a cell phone and orders a New Years Eve party gown from Fenmores.

My soap opera disorder is kicking in the mid section of my cerebral cortex.

Having a big News Year party are we, ma'am? I say in a SOD voice.

Shelia pulls up a chair and looks over the top of my laptop.

"Are you a journalist here in Genoa City?" Yes, I am the owner of the Genoa City News.

Have you read it?

"Yes, So you are Mr. Brook's, the one they call Genoa City's anal visionary."

Shelia laughs with a roar that is so scary, I pee just a little into my under wear.

My spine is now frozen as Shelia reaches into her purse. She pulls out a treat! Bourbon! Shelia pours a shot into my praline pecan coffee as my vital signs return to normal. Here's to a new year in Genoa City may all our wishes come true Mr. Brook's.

We toast!