Rats. I missed my moment for fame and glory.   

My cell phone rang this afternoon just as stood to go fetch my 2:00 client. It was some one with PRI's Marketplace, asking for additional comments to those I had made on a recent on-line survey I had to responded to regarding the presidential candidates and the economy. I didn't have time to talk. She politely asked when would be a good time to call back.

Oh well. Probably that was best. Me write smarter than me talk.

Hey Mom, we might actually get enough snow to go sled riding tomorrow night! I hope Rapaire didn't cadge your woolies for his and Pat's trip.