Having spent the better part of the day at the ER....Karen had a bad crash on her bike while cycling with the kids....the "effects" of the V began to kick in and combined with last night's supper..........I gotta' tell ya', this about the foulest smelling poot fest I can recall. On our way home I stopped by a shoot-n-scoot to grab some Coke. AS I walked through I was in one continual silent rip.....like air slowly escaping from a balloon, and the whole joint stank by the time I got back to the front. As I left, the clerk propped the front door open!!! Karen and I cracked up. She's OK, after X-Rays, nothing broken, but severely bruised and scraped....AND of course she had to ride 40 miles in the van with me.

I notice this room is starting to smell real bad too. TOMORROW, the Cream Cheese!!!

Spaw