I love your M muse!

What a great "what if" they married sooner story! Liked very much that you left the rest of the details to our active imaginations.

A Christmas Eve wedding? Oh my, with the lousy Christmas Eve track record Lee and Amanda have, finishing up on time for their wedding ought to be interesting! I hope they invite T.P. and Leatherneck, too.

Give credit where credit's due. Lee did already accomplish what others thought impossible: the "forsaking all others" vow!

Don't look to Amanda for help with her Mother, Lee. After all, it was you, Lee Stetson, who invited Dotty over for lunch. No opting out, dude. He, who sets the rules, plays the game!

Francine! You shut your mouth, stop inserting yourself where you don't belong because YOU do NOT have all the FACTS and stop assuming you do. GO HOME! You are way out-of-line grilling Amanda when she's dealing with other more important issues. Go away and get to work on your own insecurities, get to work on your own self-centered assumptions; get your own life straightened out before judging another's! Oh and don't let the door hit your sorry ass on the way out. ... Oh that felt GOOD!

Hmm ... Francine taking cooking lessons from Dotty? Okay, so long as it's not televised!

Maybe Lee and Amanda both need to take jobs at the State Department. After all, if a suburban granny was on to them since Mrs. Welch, their super spy capabilities are seriously in question!

She's way more than eavesdropping Dotty! If she's known for a while, she's super sleuth Dotty, probably best buds with Dr. Smyth. LOL

Instead of rest and quiet, there's been a steady stream of visitors through Lee's apartment. I agree with Amanda about laying off the sedative. How was Lee going to explain Amanda being passed out for the first two hours Dotty was there? Plus, he hasn't shared his game plan with Amanda. Oh yeah ... Go home, Francine!

Great Dr. Smyth line: "It might not be a bad idea to make sure that our nasty little crow stays out of Scarecrow's cornfield."

Time to go Francine. You should not have interrupted Amanda's sleep.

Taking a page from Dr. Seuss, Dr. Smyth is growing a heart. Now that's news, people!

Now, if only Francine would grow some common sense ...

Lee's gradually putting the pieces together with Francine's knowledge of what Amanda endured when Lee went missing. Can't wait to see what Lee has in mind for inviting Dotty over.

Like I said, Quidd is the Damn Duck Doctor's brother. Put him out of his misery, Billy!

Just came to me, who Dr. Quidd reminds me of ... Quidd is that Damn Duck Doctor's brother!

Dose Francine with Amanda's sleeping pills or send her packing, Lee, please! She's annoying me with her raining-on-your-parade rant. She clearly isn't a happy person; so she just wants to drag you down with her!

Amanda needs a nutrient-dense breakfast with eggs rich in good cholesterol for the baby's brain development ... not empty-calorie bread and sweets! Scrambled eggs are very gentle on the tummy and no sugar high after-effect that crashes. Amanda doesn't need articially-induced mood swings; she's pregnant!

For an intelligence operative, Francine isn't very observant, is she? Billy Melrose knew before Lee did just what path Lee was on with Amanda. That's it, haven't we had enough? Francine should be committed ... to the asylum for poking-her-nose-where-it-doesn't-belong gate crashers! Speaking of gate-crashers ...

Amanda really has influenced Lee. He's washing, drying AND putting everything where it belongs so she has nothing to do but R & R.

Good grief! Two guesses for who's at the door: Francine or Dr. Quidd

Solid, steady progress on all fronts. Sweet dreams!

After a hot shower, hair shampooed, teeth brushed and clean clothes, the world is a friendlier place. Sitting down to a bowl of nourishing chicken broth and you are a brand new person, ready to ... be engaged!