  Oy, how funny...it is certainly fun to talk to people with more twigs up their asses than thought possible. But I don't like it when people put words in my mouth like so...or state the obvious by saying I have no life.
For the last three days, I've not been around here as much as I'm used to, and that I like. Today I spent watching Grand Prix (a well-done movie from the deadly yet glamorous era of Formula 1 racing, the 60s), getting my face poked at during a dermatology appointment (some kind of minor surgery), and then being the not-so-special accompaniment to my mom's shopping. And here I am, again. Sorry to rain on everyone's parade. 
