Ha...goes back to my story about the bar w**** having to hear about me... Oh, sure I fantasized (a lot) about beating the crap out of her. But, as I said before--my revenge was sweeter. And H always made a point of being lovey dovey and kissing me or hugging me when she was around. (Okay, so I have a mean streak. I enjoyed every second of it.)

[color:"purple"]Nevanna[/color]