Now if we’re going to have a White House Correspondent, allow me to suggest War Room‘s Natalie Winters as a sterling choice:
And amidst all those qualifications, she’s also got the cojones for the job, as witnessed by this epic takedown.
And by the way: she’s not the only one.
Okay, I’m a sucker for that fresh-faced “girl next door” thing, so it should come as no surprise to see Jennifer Morrison here. Even her name is comfortably unremarkable, but she herself is anything but. Let’s start with the girl next door:
Okay, so she has grown up somewhat since then:
Oh, yes.
Never having watched a single minute of the old Baywatch TV program, I have been blissfully unaware of the existence of Brook Burns. My loss.
Yummy, if a tad skinny.
Born in London, but after a teenage stage career she moved to the U.S., where her Brit accent had no impact on her career because the movies were all silent. Then, when the talkies became all the thing, Lillian Bond‘s accent had, sadly, been submerged into Murkin.
None of that’s important, of course, because that’s not why we’re here. This is.
And for me, this (of course):
I think she was absolutely stunning.
Allow me to introduce (to most of my Murkin Readers anyway) Zara McDermott, a BritTV totty whose claim to fame is that dancing show and sundry other things which give her a chance to show off her assets etc.
And now you’ll know who she is when her name appears in 
, as it did last week.
Yesterday saw our first of 90+ degree daytime highs. Ugh.
But for the benefit of the Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© crowd, when I looked this phenomenon up, I noted that May 12 was the latest day in the past 43 years that the 90+ temperature arrived. Not that it matters too much. If the forecast for this week is to be believed, daytime highs will seldom reach the mid-80s, and drop into the high 70s by the coming weekend. Sunday, in other words, was something of an anomaly.
Welcome to a typical Texas spring, in other words.
Still, there is one benefit to our searing summer highs:
Oh yeah, baby… Daisy Dukes and skimpy lil’ tops, gawd love ’em.