Hey, how come you all left me out there in the bush, all by myself? I like to never found my way back! (I don't know what you call cowboys here on the other side of the world, but they is sumthin'!)

Still, she ain't much of Mom to leave a youngin' out on her own like that.

I'm still wondering what I have walked into. Body parts and biscuits strewn all over the rug, while a perfectly lovely tea goes on in it's midst.

It's awkard, ya know? Mom gave me up for adoption. (Not true, the Nuns found me out by the dumpster, but Mom will never admit to that, and why confront her at this stage.) So anyways....it took me years to trace y'all, my blood family, and even longer to decide to make contact. I could tell right off we were kin, you know? Only I don't have the history together that all y'all have, ya know? And I don't give enough of a hoot to go back and read the last 50 posts, much less all 18,000.

So tell me, is LH's affliction genetic?   Is bro' Amos always so relentless? Will Jenny and SRS love me like a sister or treat me like Cinderella? What heinous act did Rapaire commit to be sentenced to two weeks in Canada, locked in his room with nothing but a laptop and a wireless card? And where is brother Mmario when I need him?

Can some one point me to the loo?