Working my way back to you, babe. Not a sweepstakes winner, tho'. We're still like the guy who keeps asking the produce guy for abalone - three times he asks. On the last one the produce guys says "Abalone - if you take carrots and take the rots away, what do you have?" The guy says "car". "Right", the produce guy says. "and if you take carrots and take the 'car' away what do you have?" "Rots", the guy says. "And if you take abalone and take the "F" away, what do you have?" "There's no 'F' in abalone" - THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU, SIR". There's no fab faux yet and maybe none to follow. The lunch was catfish delish and the afternoon on the meranda was As Good . . .Gets. So tomorrow will the telling moment on the grand wall. We make what we enjoy and the moment it happens, there's no doubt. Keep this train-a-Rollin'.
UPDATE: Maybe something about Liz Taylor. If you were a teen in the 50s and you didn't know that she was the most beautiful, gorgeous actress, you probably went for Tab Hunter. Big sis had a friend that actually looked like Liz - and her first name was Meryl - - - shit you not. I knew about beauty before anyone told me to concentrate on it all my life. Elizabeth Taylor's dead.