Husband fascinates me.

The first time we ever spoke, he made a comment that should have sent me running, and that I can only repeat in certain circles.

I didn't run. I practically gave up the farm right there in Pathophysiology.

When I was pregnant, he told people that he weighed me daily. They were horrified. I was entertained.

Then there's the bury-a-body-friend. Early in our marriage, he explained that Friend4 was his bury-a-body-friend. I was intrigued.

He explained that there is always the possibility that you may inadvertently kill someone, and that this death may be horribly inconvenient for you. I've watched enough Erica Kane and Melrose Place to know how right he is. What if your long dead evil twin returns to town alive, but in your surprise you push him down the steps? If you're set to receive General Hospital's highest honor that night, you can't very well call the police. It happens.

You can't cover the crime yourself. And here is where your bury-a-body-friend (BABF) comes in handy. You need someone unflappable. Someone who will not freak out over a re-dead evil twin. Someone who will know where to go for a drink after. Someone who will not throw you under the bus when Briscoe and Curtis inevitably come calling (it turns out that dead evil twin and Briscoe were twins, too! Who knew?).

I run through my list of friends. Who is my BABF? Not Friend3. She would hit the police station on her way home after the dirty deed. Friend2 I don't think would want to help me dig. But Friend1 is perfect.

I call her. I explain the situation. Turns out, she' s honored.

"That's how you know you've made the right choice," Husband explains. "Someone calm enough to accept the title is calm enough to drink coffee after you Billy Batts someone."

That never occurred to me, but he makes a lot of sense.

I share the BABF concept with my mom.

"You two really talk about these things?" I'm not sure if she's shocked at the topic or the fact that we actually talk. My parents only discuss gas prices.

"Do you think I need a BABF?" she asks. So, yeah, she was shocked that Husband and I actually talk.

Not only do I think she needs one, but I already know who she should ask. So she does. And her friend is - get this - honored. Apparently, I have a knack for picking BABFs.

I could totally be Erica Kane.

Wendi's Binge of the Week
If you're looking for an edge-of-your-seat story wrapped around lots of violence and nudity, then Banshee on Cinemax is for you. Watch it with a beer and someone you love once the kids go to bed. For GoT fans, hold your binge until the end of the season. Banshee will make the time until season 6 go faster!