Hell, Blackcatter, I know that. Little road rash will make a guy ornery. If I'd meant it, I woulda spelled it out in full. We go a ways back, and it would take a heckuva lot more than calling me a slob to ruin our friendship. I AM a slob. Socks on the fridge handle, briefs on the bathroom doorknob, shirt draped over a chair and dishes in the sink. No wonder my wife threw me out. Guess twenty-seven years of that finally got to her. Sheesh, like I didn't even mention the time she left spots on the drinking glass. That was sixteen years ago, and I never spoke about it, ya know? Some people can be very unreasonable. BG