What are your biggest fears?
I'm asking because it looks as if another C.S.I. show will be capitalizing on a fear of one of the people living under this roof.
A couple years ago, Katie got more than just a bit freaked out by an episode of the classic C.S.I. (read: Vegas Version) in which a woman was stalked by a cable guy that was hiding in and videotaping her from her own attic. No, she's not afraid of cable installers, but the idea of someone hiding in one of the many deep, dark crevices of your home terrifies her to death. Closets, attics, cubby holes, you name it, she doesn't like it.
And I can't say I blame her. I hear weird stuff in our attic all the time and never know what the hell it is.
This coming week, however, C.S.I. New York will be playing on one of my fears... dolls. No, not Barbie dolls or that sort of doll. I'm talking those big, cutesy baby doll sorts of dolls like that vile looking witch on the right. The ones that have the eyes that open or close depending on if they're upright or laying prone. Maybe they spit up or make weird noises. Or, worse yet, they even talk. That saccharine-sweet, giggly, freakfest of a voice. And, for some reason, these dolls play a big part in the episode.
But, not watching it is not an option. I'm addicted to the show. It's my favorite of the C.S.I. family right now. Last year, it was only so-so. But, since Hill Harper became an investigator and they replaced Vanessa Ferlito with Anna Belknap, it became oh-so-much better. I dig it. It's one of my few "must-see" shows this season.
I'm screwed. I'm not sleeping well that night at all. I just know I'm going to have visions of ceramic-headed evil prancing around pentagrams in my R.E.M. sleep.
I have a bad feeling Katie and I are going to have nothing but daughters. And they're going to love dolls.
Oh, the horror.