Too late. The dirty, ugly deed is done. Once it's in there, it's in there. It's brain trapped. I will now be needing much more tonic, doctor. And I CAN'T run. Keep falling over for some reason. Are you sure you're a doctor?
132 posted on 01/17/2005 1:41:53 PM PST by Miss Behave
(Beloved daughter of Miss Creant, super sister of danged Miss Ology, and proud mother of Miss Hap.)