Happy Birthday Caron... you are golden today, by tradition. I am sorry we could not make it to your place... traveling is great until you come home and realize you only have three outfits you can wear, and they are all dirty... this chore just among the many. I am with you in spirit, and hope you had the greatest birthday ever. By the way, Joyce sent me home with a bunch of your stuff, I'll keep it in the car, who knows when I might just "drop in!" Hip Hip Hooray, Caron is 27! Love ya.