"Here are the plans, don't give them to anyone!"

"Here are the plans, don't give them to anyone!" said my double in a polka-dot suit and disappeared in a blue flash. My double in a striped suit appeared, "I want those back."

I glanced down at the "plans" my double had handed me: "Do not under any circumstances give these plans to anyone else...ever." "No can do," I said to my striped-suited double.

I said this because I was not going to miss the premiere of Mad Men. I looked at my double and said, "Look, what's the point of having a double if I have to do everything?"

Though I must say he's rather dashing. Blood red hair, tan skin. Who has both of those things besides me and my attractive double? I could find some use for him as a stunt double

when I go on that blind date arranged by my sister's best friend's hairdresser's wife. I equipped my double with an earphone so I could direct conversation. His deep red hair

Then the sedan chair pulled up and took her home. Almost four years lafter, she still lived in the treehouse. It was insulated and reinforced since being built in 1926. A flapper

in her early 100s came by to try the Lindy but the walker didn't help nor did the oxygen tank. She kept telling her not to come back but she still came by every morning at 5AM.

Even when she died at the age of 103, the old lady continued to show up for dance lessons every morning. The other students reported that they could smell her oxygen tank and hear

her laboured breaths but one thing was for certian. You could still feel the motivation and that drove everyone in the class to work harder that they ever have.