Petra! You are weird. Not one of them is going to know what you mean about the “Red Meat Survey” and if you told them they would give you the weirdest look and then walk away talking to themselves.

A young couple in love with their eyes locked as though in eternal gaze of one another. You have been out to pasture to long, or maybe you have been standing in the sun again without your hat on. They don’t do things like that anymore.

So you’re just going to leave me the bones to pick on. That’s okay. As long as I have 30 or 40 mini garlic and onion pies I don’t need anything else. On second thought maybe you had better cancel the pies. You would have to repaint the walls, hang new drapery and lay in new rugs and I doubt there would be enough Airwick in the world to cover the odor. Then to top it off we would have to look for the cats for a week or two. That plus the neighbors might not appreciate the blue haze hanging in the area.

As far as the Ford service man goes I don’t think I would want to be standing to close to him. As a matter of fact you might want to be in another place altogether.

This bit about “God loves a workin man” is wrong. I haven’t worked for 5 years now and he still loves me. Now that I get to thinking about it my teaming up with you just might be a curse he put on me. Nah. He ain’t that cruel, but then again my sides are still hurting from the last phone call.

Have yourself a knocked down dragged out ball on your vacation. You earned it. Cowboy