Hey Dennis,

Sorry to hear you don't like me anymore. Last year when you invited me to that party at Pear Blossom which would have required me to drive for 12 hours or take a plane, was an interesting invitation for one who feels so non-plused about me.

Let's face facts, no matter what we do, we are already programed to hate each other. Afterall, the last time I heard, you are a man. So with the Venus Mars thing going, we haven't got a chance in you know where to get on the same level, which of course places you beneath me.

A woman I know, said her husband said to her the other day that if women would stop fighting with each other and join forces, the power we would have would be immense. Of course, he's right. For now I think we have this man problem we need to fix first.

If you're knickers are in a twist, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to change one little tiny bit for you or anyone else on this planet. I'm not perfect, but I'm working my way towards it.

They say its not a good thing to think ill of anyone as those feelings create an energy that comes right back to the sender. So let me say this, I wish you the longest life in the history of the world, so you can live to be 145 and still not like me.

Ok, I'm off the soap box...Pat