The females in this family have a wild fascination with all things CSI. There are enough reruns presently showing to more than feed our addiction. Though my youngest daughter spends the better part of every show with her face implanted in my armpit, she is still an avid fan.

On Saturday, the girls and I (and one friend) went to Taco Bell for lunch. The discussion turned animated as we talked about TV shows, and even more so, as we realized everyone at the table enjoyed a good dose of dead bodies, and the people who collected evidence to determine who the culprit was. Cool beans. Now THIS was a conversation I could get into. We talked about favorite episodes, in detail, and shuddered together over the ones that, quite simply, freaked us out.

As we munched on our tacos it occurred to me that this was perhaps not the best of mealtime conversations, but quite frankly, I was too caught up in the moment to put a stop to it. Or at the very least, get them to lower their voice. Something that would cause my father to say "One lung kids! Use one lung!" This was something I could participate in, and participate in I did. We all tried to talk over one another, and at one point, I had to admonish them to talk one person at a time. I was in no hurry to go home. The weather here is wet and cold, and we were warm and dry, discussing the episode where they found a brain in the bushes, or the one where the Priest crucified a woman on a cross.

When we were cleaning up our table, I happened to glance around and realized that we were in the midst of rush our and Taco Bell was nearly full up. It was a that time that I came to my senses, and seriously hoped that we didn't cause anyone to lose their appetite.

I gathered the kids up, we threw out the trash and beat feet for the door. My guilt didn't last long because when we got to the car, we started talking about Crossing Jordan, and the episode where the murderer would bury women alive in a box, with a walkie-talkie attached to their hand so that he could listen to them plead for their lives, and ultimately, die due to lack of oxygen.

I have got to stop watching those shows. Nickelodeon anyone?