Ben, here in the "Heartland of America", we're waiting for the temp to get UP to the 20's! (Actually, I love it when it's really, really cold, like right now. It was -5 last night, and that's really good sleeping weather. But this place in the summer is for the birds: temps upper 90's and low 100's, and the humidity feels like you've been hit with a wet wash cloth. That part I hate with a passion. Man (or Woman) was not built to endure that sort of heat, at least this one wasn't. I guess I've been outdone in the offspring department: We have eight, all grown up and married except for one, and he's getting married in May. (We had nine, but lost our last little girl.) But also have 10 grandchildren, and FIVE great grandchildren. (All of them have been born since Ed, my husband, died in August of 1997. The first was born the day after his funeral, so I like to think that they met in passing. But I can't figure out how this can be, because, of course, I'm only 19 years old, myself. I think the little green wee people had something to do with it... We were stationed in Texas for some time, at Kingsville NAS. And it was hot there, too. All the time we were in Cuba, I kept thinking that when we came back to the States, we'd be somewhere where there's actually a change of seasons, changing leaves, and some snow. So what did we get? Heat, heat, and more heat!! Patti, sorry to tell you that all six of our daughters are married, as is one son, and the other soon will be. But I do have a beautiful red-headed granddaughter, just short of 20, but I think she's planning on about six years of college! She's a sophomore now, so that's a ways to go! I'll probably be at the party, but am going to let you guys do most of the planning. Having just lost my sister two weeks ago, I'm not quite in the mood. Just somebody please bring a few really good steaks for me, and I'll just sit quietly in a corner, and eat it quietly, and I won't bother anyone. Of course, if it gets as lively as the last one, I just might really perk up a bit, and maybe dance on the piano. Who was it who danced on the table the last time? Patti, wasn't that you? And there was Fount, sleeping peacefully on the floor, with the debris all around him! Barb in MO