It's like Gris had my holiday- except I drove to Louisiana.

Wishing you much peace and comfort, Gris.

Someone stop me from eating all my mother in law's cookies before Mr. Jane gets home. It would be thoughtless and rude to eat them all before he gets here, but they are. so. good.

Welcome back, Gris! Sorry for your loss. Sitting around waiting for her passing must have been hellish. That's quite a tale, the last couple weeks of you.

It's like Gris had my holiday- except I drove to Louisiana.

Where from? I can't keep straight where Buffistas that I haven't met live.

Dallas, so not too bad of a drive.

{{{{{Gris}}}}}}, so sorry to hear about your Grandmother.

If the smell in the fridge proves recalcitrant, try placing a few ounces of vanilla in a dish, and leave it for a few days. A neighbor who had once been manager of a large apartment building told me that one.

Happy b-day, MM.

Gris, I wish you calm and normal for a few weeks.

It is very nice to walk across the office floor with out worrying that I might be stepping on something important. I didn't even reliezes that I was worried about where I was putting my feet . so odd.

There have apparently been tornadoes just south of Atlanta, and there are still tornado warnings in effect. On the tv channel I'm watching, two weathermen have taken over and are totally geeking out. I'm seen every possible radar view, including 3-D, report and storm tracker. One guy is talking and someone else is going through all the views and zooming in and out. You can see the mouse arrow wandering about.

Tornadoes: v. scary and v. cool. One hit our farm in '74. Took everything but the house. I've been fascinated with them ever since.

And hey, y'all. Guess what? I hooked up the router correctly! Go me.

Yay, Nicole! Go you! Also, insent.

{{{Gris}}}

Be careful there Ginger. Or at least post pictures from Oz.