Y’know, I was gonna stay offline, and stop the ranting, and do a James Coburn tonight.
[sub]Serene, Animal, serene. Ooohhhmmm, Ooohhhmmm…[/sub]
But I got curious, and peeked, and saw this:
I skipped over the bit where my four year old nephew peed on the living room couch, in the OP, didn’t I?
The quietman made me laugh long and loud. So thanks. 
TroubleAgain, I wasn’t clear. We’re in Sarasota County. Thought I’d mentioned that, but, upon re-reading my earlier posts…
:smack:
Just one o’ those weeks, I guess. Mea culpa. But things perked up tonight.
The cat survived his surgery, and comes home tomorrow morning, and although we didn’t find the “big girl swing” we were looking for at the local *Mart stores, I did manage to score The Punisher, and Trick or Treat, two of my personal top twenty bad movies, on DVD, for $6 a pop. Score for me.
[sub]Let the big fish hook themselves, you’re the bait, the bait is you, Ragman…[/sub]