Dear Sam:

Please put links here.



But, Miz Lyon...

I've still got to run your bath, peel your grapes and finish scrubbing the scullery floor...and we're all out of grits for your breakfast...


Dearest Sam;

t'hell with the grits. they get stuck in my teeth... and you know how i hate things stuck in my teeth.

linkage please, or must i send you back into your closet?