Donna,
We saw Tink. Did you get your refill of pixy dust that I asked her to send to you? My youngest, Adam, lost a tooth while at Disney. So I wrote him a note from Tinkerbell on a postcard with the fireworks going off infront of the castle, saying her friend the toothfairy asked her to help him out. And then I found some of the mouse ears, mylar confetti and sprinkled a trail of it from the patio door of our room to his pillow. He and my daughter were blown away. What timing for such a stunt.
Bert,
I am either real proud of you in the new year or deeply disappointed. You barely got out like 18 post since I left town almost 10 days ago. I thought I'd come back to find you up near 1100 by now. Did you really miss me that much??? They say every big scorer needs his assist, set-up man to help him score those big goals. Wayne and Mess, that's you and me baby... All the way.
Anyway, detox was a bitch and as you can see really didn't work all that well either. My palms started sweating and my heart started racing on Saturday night as I saw my Aunt Shelly's laptop with high speed internet access too. I guess I'm screwed, right?
Paul
