Mary Ann L says, "me too", though she's still living and happily married by now I hope. We had a pleasant time in Boracay.
The Yande was not my death; I just visited a subdivision [in the bathroom hall] known for it's elderly residents. I am a young man, and the problems of those near death are yet far. The original Cindy Crawford tells Steve he can share the Tandu with the hungry, but that's powerful stuff. It's just a picture anyway, she should be flattered. The same way, the dead have always protected newbies, or soon to be newbies, soon meaning within the next generation. That is, kind pet shop owners sell wet pet food because the animals have been tested for nutrition and health. There's worse things around, like fresh red meat so saturated with hormones that the eaters look like cows themselves. Plus, a can of cat food is like, 69 cents, and more filling than the equivalent can of tuna at 99 cents. Shocking? I don't think so. The elderly buy 2 cans, of course, one for the cat. Most times I can look at a picture, but then looking at it again gets boring. Not so with the one I have . . . [you dirty old goat you].
