> oh, stumbling about conversing with himself at times, contemplating the > meaning of life, wondering if sex really is akin to riding a bicycle, > figuratively speaking...sigh... >I heard it was -- you know, you get on, start pumping, and it all comes back to >you. It seems that my bicycle, like yours is suffering from disuse. Damn my knuckles are sore. On topic - Just bought 4 bottles of a cheap jalapeno mustard that I must admit is pretty tasty. (Yes, Rael I know). Kevin Crooks