This is the last episode before the winter hiatus, and good grief is it a doozy. I feel light headed. Someone bring me a cup of tea and some fuzzy slippers.
The campaign trail is heating up, and so are Peter’s pants, because they are on fire. Liar, liar.
To take a plea bargain, or not to plea bargain? That is Cary’s question this week.
All of Cary’s old demons are coming back from the grave, and most of them are named “Lemond Bishop.”
Look down at your desk — now back to me: I’m on a horse. This is the blog your blog could smell like if it used Old Spice.
It’s another fantastic week on The Good Wife, as the show continues to fire on all cylinders, with no signs of slowing down.