Because Hell, Hell is for Chandlers!

Or should I say "Purgatory is for Chandlers."

Monday 11/9:
So while the Yankees were busy ruining my life, I guess CrazAnnie and Grandad tried to get hitched but Laves said a bunch of stuff about Stuart and now Grandad is in the cardiac arrest. He's in the cardiac arrest in Purgatory, to be exact, where Dr. David Devil Baby Stealer and CrazAngel Annie are fighting over his soul. Well, CrazAngel wins out (with a little CPR some help here on Planet Erf by Zach) and Grandad wakes up, totes says "I do" as in "I do not really want to go to Hell" but this is a wedding and that means the deed is done, ya'll! They's are old man and crazy lady now!

Also while my life was being ruined on Friday, Kendall and Secret Aidan Man ended up at some Bed and Breakfast with a hottie Inn Keeper who clearly has some sort of history with Aidan. Who doesn't? She runs out to get milk for coffee (Secret Aidan Man is definitely bad ass enough to drink his black though) and the sheriff, who also has a history with hottie Inn Keeper, stops by. Our little Inn Keeper gets around. You'd think the Sheriff, being law enforcement and all, would be up on this whole fugitive on the run for murder thing, but he's not. He doesn't recognize either of those fools and they get to be on the lam another day. Kendall starts to whine about how much she misses Zach and she wants to IM him and junk, and Secret Aidan Man is like, "For the zillionth time Kendall. NO!" and then he leaves. Don't leave her alone, dude! What does she do? She IMs Zach and she might as well just send the Feds a Google Map of their location. You are the worst fugitive ever, Kendall.

At hospital, everyone in Grandad's family seems to have figured out that he shot Stuart, but dude still won't confess. Partially because he's got that sort evil streak in him, partially because he thinks he's having a baby, and mostly because he's a crazy old coot. CrazAnnie says some nice things to Grandad, and then outside his room Scott find her wedding ring in his pocket and is all, "May I do the honors?" and then slips it on his finger. NO NO NO Scott! That is NOT how that works! I liked you better when you were inventing defective heart valves and not mackin' on your uncle's girl.