YUCK!
The worst (and funniest--truth-be-told) part for me personally is that I've got soooo many of their clothes in my closet!!! The denim jumper (

sob -- I REALLY useta like my denim jumper...), the print blouses, and the granny nighties are all going to St. Vincent DePaul this weekend. The only reason I don't french-braid my hair is that I'm too klutzy to get the top part right... Who knew???? Apparently in some weird atavistic way, I've been channeling some hand cart lady... Next fashion stop for me -- black spandex and a crew-cut...
Peeing in the sink and viagra-problems aside, I DO see this show going darker and darker -- sad-to-say. Follow the money -- My thoughts are that the legal wrangling goin' on is just the initial volley. I have no doubt that Roman wouldn't be opposed to a divinely inspired hit. And it looks like Bill Paxton's character is building up a pretty good head of righteous indignation too -- and is probably perfectly adequate for the job with a rifle. Getting back to your initial thoughts on the show, Viki -- This may well be the downside of God talking directly to you through personal revelation, I'm thinking.

Hope I'm wrong.
I'll give up the clothes -- but I'm hanging tough about my right to have mini-marshmallows on my sweet potatoes.