Okay, Spawdarlin', but ya still hafta come outback and help clean up all the litter from last time in the faery garden and send them boyz over, too, when they get back, willya, those boots they pissed in are settin' out back and smell somethin' awful...I can't even get my dog to bury them!

You really are THE best, darlin'...even if you are the evil twin of us....luvyakat