In a message dated 3/27/2003 11:52:43 AM Eastern Standard Time, [log in to unmask] writes:

peanut who welcomed me by wetting herself.

Mr. P,

As long as it happened in her car seat. And not in my car.

Reminds me of the time young Frank the Indian Guide and I got a ride home from a "campout" in PA or someplace in our neighbor's new leather-seated Lexus. Frank felt queasy all the way home, but didn't blow lunch until the guy pulled into our driveway. All over the back seat. Thought I was gonna die.

Ralph