I guess I'll just keeping talking sweet to him - maybe throw in a few "suw-wheaties" for good measure (I lived in TX for a while, I can resurrect my twang). That only has a nuclear effect on me, I'm afraid. ;)
Regards, Ivan
Already a sheet of glass from mountaineer's long string of Southern Belle phrases
Well slather me in butter and call me a biscuit. (I guess that one doesn't work as well, considering we have different meanings for the word. How about scone?)
BTW, Mr. M and I are visiting your fair isle in three weeks. I hope everyone is on his and her best behaviour.