I told you that I was not going to tell where she lived. Do not want a mass exodus from that particular state. My husband, Old Grumpy, who is married to a Reamy descendant. (for serious researchers), one bright and early morning got stuck in the bathtub. Talking early here. And as the mother of new twins, I was taking advantage of the peace and quiet to snooze. I was rudely awakened to the sound of an angry, irritated voice calling, "Marsil, *&^@!$ come help me. Opened those lovely sleepy eyes but could not find anyone. Needless to say, the angry irritated voice continued yelling my name. I recognized the voice as the voice of Old Grumpy. I know it well-angry, irritated or otherwise. Being unable to go back to sleep due to all the noise that had penetrated my peaceful quiet kingdom, I decided to get out of bed and hunt this voice. I arose from the bed to see what matter was-there was Old Grumpy, naked, cold, shivering crawling on all fours into the bedroom. (Maybe I should have said unclothed-are we x-rated?) Okay, I laughed so hard that I woke the sleeping twins further irritating the strange thing on all fours. He has been irritated with me since that day. I will save the story on "How To Get An Angry Spouse Off the Floor Into A Bed" for another time. ____ Marsil in the Land of UFO's, Aliens, and weather balloons.