In the immortal words of my brother, Pat: "She's a doll alright! Glass eyes and a wooden head" You should hear what he had to say about my dimples.
Spaw, you've made me blush. That and kicking a cat are the only unforgiveable crimes in my strange set of standards. Maybe it's just a hot flash. Love you guys,
Mary
By the way, did the boys like the shirts and did they fit?