but I am gonna answer all comments as soon as I can get to either Starbucks to use their Wi-Fi or when I get back home.
The problem is, Mom has dial-up. I'm am such a spoiled Goddess, I'd rather take a beatin' than try to look up the links Babs provided in her comment and compost [I came back to edit this and realized what a Freudian slip I was wearing when I made this typo] and post a cogent reply on dial-up. I'm serious...if there is one word that describes me [besides intelligent or witty or beneficent or devastatingly gorgeous, I mean] it's impatient.
Oh, devastatingly gorgeous is two words, you say?...you are such a nit-picker. Get back down there and worship at my feet, like you're supposed to!
So anyway...the only thing I do on the computer here anymore is check my email. I love the comments, and I'll try to sneak off to Starbucks or someplace else that has a WiFi connection. Hey, maybe Church has one and I could hide in the john Sunday...think I'd fry in Hell for that?
One of my Nieces and I have already decided we're on the Express Train, ridin' in the Bar Car. We've got a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Should we save any of y'all a seat?