Bless her pointed little Chicagoite noggin, she's always a hollerin' about something. Usually, she's ordering me to get back to my "Honey Do list". Thank heavens I'm just about to head out the door for a week of bridge in Charleston SC. I might even pull out my rod and pick a fight with Moby Dick. I plan to kick that big white fish's big white fluke up in between his ears.

I might even get some relief from my severe case of dish pan hands.