Speaking of my Dad...he's responsible for both my wit and my vocabulary. I'd ask him how to spell something and he's say, "look it up in the dictionary." And I would. As a result, I read a lot of other words on the way...I'm easily distracted. And easily amused. All I need is a rootbeer and a ball of string. That's my dog Fluffy in the foreground, and yes that *is* me when I was but a wee lass.