Sheye, as I recall we made every lady an honorary treehouse member after solidarity broke down and food got smuggled out, and the guys looked so pathetic and cleaned their shoes on the porch mat. Then we all partied for awhile, and seem to have ended up here in the tavern. LEJ, a beer for Shula, damn fine woman wherever she is, and however she is. And one for Sheye (FDW too) while I seem to be buying -- is it still snowing out there, by the by?
yours, Peter T. (hic, haec, hoc)