Ok... so after I post I go and read all ya-all's blogs (or those of you I like & know of) & just wanted to say... Reverend - how can there be any hard feelings? You're the cream filling, baby. Plus, you know, shots. And you're the only one who's allowed to call me monkey pants except my husband. I actually felt like a big piece of poo that night because I thought I had eaten possibly both of my feet, but I'm glad things seem to be somewhat settled. Quick to anger, quicker to forgive. Ce la vie. (now I'm going to get my ass kicked for using French, I just know it.)