Well, we have already nominated Joe Offer for sainthood. St. Joe of the Mud, maybe?

As some of you know, I was long ago canonized as St. SINS of the Capslock or some such fool thing. I hear voices, occasionally go without a Saturday AM shower, occasionally sport a hair or two on my chin, see the humor in a funeral, and torture myself with Medium pantihose refusing to acknowledge the existence of the dreaded Queen Size.

Which brings us back to Isabella. Sorry for the drift.
M.