Aw, Hecubus. One time I curse my keen detective instincts.

Ooooo...that's a good idea, and would have probably been effective if I'd been the first of the group to respond. Unfortunately, I wasn't, and others have agreed with her. So, I guess I'm in the minority here.

How about a reply that says something like, "Am I the only person who would like to continue to meet weekly? Maybe we could structure this so we have a big group meeting once a month, and then those who would like to continue meeting weekly could do so."

Hec, your spy is very impressive with the info.

vw, I don't think you should assume your in the minority before you give people a chance to agree with you, as Cindy suggests.

My interview last night with the NZ folks went pretty well, I think. I'm totally terrified that they'll offer me the job and I'll have a very difficult decision to make. I did not sleep very well last night. My DH? He slept like a log. The thought of what a 6000+ mile move might be like isn't enought to keep him awake at night.

eta: Happy Birthday, libkitty!

IOverysillyN, Sara loves Zoo Pals, the paper plates shaped like animals. Stephen just suggested that we should make toilet paper with pictures of animals on it and call it Poo Pals.

My mother got her mammogram back yesterday and her "Dr.Wilson" says her bloodwork has never looked better. Go five years cancer-free!

Anybody else suspecting vw's brother just liked toy rooms?

My one sister liked to take off. And she also liked to be naked. We had a naked todder returned to us in all manner of places.

Once, when I was about 2 or 3, I took off naked and was returned by a truck driver. I'd made it nearly a mile, to the entrance of the highway. My poor mother couldn't figure out why an eighteen wheeler was pulling up to the house, and horrified when he knocked with me in tow because she hadn't realized I'd escaped.

I have no memory of this, so it was a mistake of my mother to ever tell me because it is the kind of thing that can be used against her.

I used to sleepwalk as a kid. Once when I was about four, I walked through the living room and right out the front door as my parents, who were in the living room watching TV, watched in shock. They ran after me, of course.

Emeline doesn't wander, o'course, she's just grown enough to reach the doorknobs if she's on tiptoe.

She does, however, have a wicked headbutt and I am sporting the black eye to prove it.

My one memorable walking away story was when I was a year or so old and at the beach with my parents. I told my mother I was going to find Daddy and left. It took her a little while to remember where my father was--swimming fifty or so yards out.

Other than that, I was more likely to be left behind (because of a book, or I was drawing or performing an experiment) than to wander off on my own.