coot-scootin' boogie

Sorry about the lag-time in my regularly scheduled barrage of profanity, mundanity, and insanity. I've been dealing with some hideous and insistent plumbing problems -- both the house's and MY OWN. Yessiree...going to the Doktor de la Vagine later this afternoon, which, as most ladies are well aware, requires a three hour prep-period -- well, those ladies with dignity and a Mediterranean heritage, anyway. At any rate, my undercarriage will now be boiled, chiseled, shaved, and blessed by a priest in anticipation of the big event. Wish me luck!