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Ken.... That was YOU running after my car at the airport, screaming "But you promised me dinner????" Gee.... Now I feel SO bad about speeding up and running over your feet! I hope all that blood doesn't stain your suit (tho it was so tacky, that no one'd prolly realize what those dark blotches are), By the way... the dinner was great - sorry ya missed it... <cackling merrily to self> Barb Mallut [log in to unmask] -----Original Message----- From: KEn Becker <[log in to unmask]> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> Date: Monday, January 03, 2000 5:30 PM Subject: Re: Barb M. is Baaaaaaak! >BArb, thanks for the dinner invitation, I'll tell my wife I am going to your >house for dinner, hop on a plane, no problem, she won't say a word! Of course >I'll get a nice letter from her lawyer in a couple of days, but HEY, why >sweat the small stuff? LOL >If life were fair I would be allowed to do what she does: "I'm going out with >the girls." >That's what she says and what she does, so why can't I say:"I'm going out >with the girls." without a hassle????? Life is NOT FAIR! Oh Well! Have you >got the VCR running yet, or at least walking? TTYL >Ken the "ANTI-Condo-Commando"