Guys/Gals: I'm sick of sad news. I'm worn out with having to tiptoe around so I don't step on bugs. I'm tired of pedaling miles every night to feed the Alley Kitties. I want some Virtual Cake. Good cake, with icing. I want you to make me a Cake, and do it good-heartedly. The next day, I want Pie. And then I want a whole nice Lunchie. You all ate like Pigs on the Supper thread. I had nothing, not one crumb. It was ALL, ALL for YOU. I bet I don't get one thing.