muscle_men Rhin As you may well know, I have been frozen out of my Jeep today, which gives me no means of transportation. Well, I do have my friends, but that's beside the point! I even have a car - a little sporty looking, foreign number, but it happens to be sitting 4 feet directly in front of my Cherokee, so scratch that idea. Okay, so I have these friends, right? All male, muscle men, and proud of it. Well, Guy #1 (personal trainer/body builder) arrived this morning, pretty much full of himself, and quite ready to help a damsel in distress. Well, he ended up leaving, looking somewhat rather dejected, after not being to budge the doors, even though I assured him, that he was in fact worthy, of being a part of the male species. Guy #2 (musician/amateur Boxer) arrived this afternoon, and tried everything, except for urinating on the doors, even though I wondered if this had crossed his mind, as he stood outside, warming his hands up, that were placed between his legs. We exchanged the obligatory kiss on the cheek ritual, and I sent him on his way, with a plateful of my infamous walnut brownies, assuring him, that not even my father could get into the Jeep this morning, which was a lie, but felt it was appropriate, considering his forlorn state! Guy #3 (owner-construction co./Harley rider) arrived this evening, and pretty much told me, that I should have called him this morning. I shook my head yes, completely agreeing with him, and assured him, that had I been thinking, I would have realized my mistake. With this little boost to his ego, he gave a nod of his head, and said he would be back in 'a few', and to have some of that French Vanilla coffee ready, that he loves so much. You see, I grind the beans myself, and almost immediately after brewing I add an extra dollop of vanilla syrup. Now I usually only use the vanilla syrup for my soda, but I can make an exception for a biker babe. Oh sorry, I'm rambling... *smile* So 20 minutes later, he struts through the door, and tries to convince me that the locks must be broken, and that he will return tomorrow to open the doors, (he knows full well the temp. will rise close to 32F tomorrow, and that he will have no problem getting in, but I am sure he will make a big show of it regardless, so I will let him)! I served him his coffee, and turned down numerous offers to accompany him, this spring, on the many rides he will be partaking in, across the country. I assured him quite shyly, that bikes frighten me, but Thanks anyway, (...if he only knew about my off-road Yamaha sitting in my father's garage, and that I can handle any sort of terrain, this side of the Ohio, then he would just drop his colon!) Well, suffice it to say, my guys turned out to be, more like big jellies, than anything else, but I would never tell them that! *sigh* Gotta' love 'em though! 001217 what's it to you? who go blather from