Thank you for the chocolate cake Alex, you heartless SOB to break the news in such a cold-heartedly-cruel fashion. I shall remember you.

(Thank you muchly for the guffaws Alex ... I figure at 51, I no longer have to laugh ... or giggle. It is now socially acceptable for me to be socially unacceptable and I can guffaw and ... well ... make other socially rebellious oldtimer sounds and expressions ... pfffffffffffffft burrrrrp Ma )

BTW ... if Master Sunray figures we're two peas in a pod, he's all wrong. We both may be peas but my brain is little-grey-cells ... his are mushed-peas (I'm not surprized at how you caught him washing his hair and now understand his frequent expression "piss on it" but never realized he meant hair. : )

Now that I know what Garry REALLY looks like, I am UN-inviting him to my party. Shadow can come though ... I hate pretentiousness. IMAGINE, Garry trying to PRETEND he's a dog just to get to my party. Lord love-a-duck. What next?

SNOWTRACTOR ... I knew you were bearish, which I can handle at my party, but your hairy friend must stay home. I can't allow bear-hair all over the dammed furniture. Lose the bear and you might get re-invited

This Little Miss Pixie B/Witch Venerable-Dame Ma has to find something now ... back in ... ummmm ... as soon as ...