Talk about thread creep . . . (no, there's NOT an actual person referred to as the thread creep. :-)

Uh, remember Jeri? Is she back on that old turnpike to hell, I mean, home? Is she still trapped in Toronto (oh woe, oh woe, chuckle, chuckle).

Will somebody please whisper the words, "Lobster for New Year's Eve supper" into her ear?

Hey, Rick! You can't keep her!!!

Linn (Tom, too -- he's the other inquiring mind)