[ksen]

...but old habits die hard.

Yeah, they sure do. Why I remember old Tombor Proudfoot, he lived to the ripe old age eleventy-five. And not because he had such a cushy life either, I might add.

Why there was the time when Tombor was out planting in his field. As he was clearing out some old plants he was bitten by the biggest, fattest, blackest, spider you'd ever laid eyes on. Old Tombor was in bed for week recovering, thought he was a goner fur sure.

Then there was the time........what? old HABITS?.........oh,...nevermind.

[ksen]

I think I broke the thread.

Hhmm......*jumble* *jumble*........no, that's not it.......(ah! here's my hammer)....*WHACK!* *WHACK!*

There let's find out if that worked.