Yeah, I don't mind helping out the local constabulary, but they sent a drug sniffing dog through our van once on the way back from a climbing trip and he ate my sandwich! Now that's harassment!
Rain Man wrote:I, personally, won't ever have to worry about an alcohol-induced 5 yr misery-fest...because I don't drink, but hell, we all have our "poisons"...mine just happens to be all things sweet and sugary.
Right on, Rain Man Mine is peanut butter for sure
Oh, and no hard feelings on the soap opera, I'll just have to get my drama fix elsewhere, since I don't have a TV and you aren't providing it
"I snatched defeat from the jaws of victory." --Paul
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It's all good. Besides, the CCGirl IS some 17 hours away and you'd have to pay me obscene amounts of $$ to get me to move that far north and east...My eyes are directed WEST!!!
"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself."
D. H. Lawrence
What Rain Man! You were our entertainment!! I stopped reading Danielle Steele so I could stay abreast this situation. Oh wait - nevermind.
Why don't we make up fictitional characters and name it AS THE GORGE TURNS or CLIMBING PASSIONS or THE CLIMBS OF OUR LIVES ... okay, I'll stop being cheezy.