"Wayne Lundberg" > wrote in message
...
> You are sitting under a thatched palm with your most significant other.
> Let's pretend that I'm a he and she's a she. There is a lagoon about a
> football field length to our back, and in front of us are gently rolling
> waves bringing warm water to within yards in gentle waves. You can hear the
> seagulls as they play the waters and goodies you toss to them. The breeze is
> soothing and the aromas coming from your chef, the fisherman, that unknown
> genius of the kitchen is whafing ever so gently across your scent of smell.
> A bit of charcoal? A bit of onion on the grill? A whif of garlic and onion
> with a tad of some green chile?


Dear Wayne,

Go to hell!

I have to work today!

Dimitri