It's funny when I come back from a weekend of not reading posts, and then read one I want to respond to. I tell myself to wait and see what others have written, and then, usually, they have said everything (and more) that I wanted to say. That whole "I love you ... sometimes" deal; I wanted to yell at your W, and then at you for your thoughts about it. But someone already took you to task.
And then, look at how it paid off. I'm happy for you, Superdave.
Hairdog - laying on his back and thinking of England.
