i was supposed to blog about my run-in with prince charming. how i almost ensnared him with my womanly wiles, charmed him out of his life. and then the darned toad escaped by climbing 18 inches of solid plastic wall (i had it trapped in a wastepaper basket). (toads can climb???) i thynk there lies a subtle hint in the story. when a frog runs away, from the fear of being kissed ... ill leave you instead, with a quotable line from the literati game btw me, owl and B-filer: owl: you should start dealing in vowels hemlock. you got mafia-type smuggler written all over ye. good advice. i stink at scrabble anyways.