Lord have mercy on yore pore pore souls you old retrobates. You're both up Poop-Creek without a paddle now ... and I'm busily seasoning my frying pans for the disciplinary actions I'll inflict on the both of you old farts. Master Sunray first of course... he's near at hand, and if I had a frying pan in me wee bittie hands this minute, I would fling it across the room and knock him out on the couch. (Hmmmm ... he'd never snore again either ... good idea!!!!)

HBM-O ... do remember, I do have a set of keys for the car and it IS only a couple of hours from our door to yours ... one day .... well, just know that everytime theres a knock at your door it could be followed by the sounds of ringing between yore hairy old ears when you open the door.