Hi, Ma Fazoo, who is too tired to fool anymore with this "cookie thing". When I married the Cranky Yankee, my fathers encouraging words REALLY were, "You buttered your bread, now lie in it." And my mom really told me my brother had an orange juice tree in his yard, that she had white muslim curtains, and that a friend of hers was so thin he looked emancipated. So, see? I CAN'T HELP BEING THIS WAY.