Ya know, Options Gal, you wield them straight razor sharp thoughts of yours far better than I. Good that you are Queen and I are back to just plain old me agin. Whereas I would be inclined to actually kick someone in the butt, you manage to give 'em a new hindquarter exit chute with surgical precision and words alone. Nicely done then lass.

I finished up my taxes and the vampires got me dry powder, damp powder, a bit of future powder and my first born. They can have the first born, the 290 pound mussel bound eating machine student/musician that is moving back in here. He's pulling in the laneway as I type. Even the refridgerator is quivering in fear as he approaches. Bit of anthropomorphism there don't ya think.

Anyhoo, keep up the good work Options.

Must go and take down a half dozen steer to feed the jung fella. Can I borrow yer razor for a bit?

Truck.