A little I seem to get that feisty-testosterone driven feeling occasionally. (Probably because the original old man was such a nut, the witty-est one-liners, only came out when he would get rearry bitchy!) perhaps I should tool around the ab fab sites, seems something is beckoning my attention somewhere between the Post Modern art and the Virtual Ab Fab worlds. [[I think packing is getting to me ... to throw it out or not is becoming an uncomprehendable labyrinth of boxes filled to the epitome of trendy American consumerism.]]