> > Like I said, the Stoddards have a gift for putting one's heart at ease.
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> Is that a gift or just the quality of not bearing sharp objects?

Heh. Ever seen Jacques-Louis David's famous painting, "Death of Marat"? Better frisk your guests before letting them enter the bathtub.


> At any rate, lying on the floor rules. I do it much more than any other member of my family. In fact, I even have a penchant for lying on *stairs* and have figured out how to do that in a few different ways and be quite comfortable, assuming the stairs are carpeted.

Well, lying on the floor means you're a dog. Lying on the stairs means you're a cat. And if you do both... you're a hamster?


> > Criticism? You're actually scoping for criticism of your cooking??? Uh. Well, I guess you could have used the cast iron for the scrambled eggs (which Dave really loved, even the next day, because of the cheese btw) and the teflon pan for the ham and bacon, instead of vice versa.
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> That's the way I did it! :-) Or did you mean to say it the other way?

Other way. Sorry. [anguished sound of utter linguistic frustration]


> AAHHH!!! I truly thought the only contact the knife made with the pan was a genuine poke, no scraping involved. A two inch scratch!! Send your mailing address. I'll mail you a replacement pan. Two. And a new knife. Darn darn darn darn.

Muwhahahahaha, you can't. You have no real idea what type of pan it was, and I'm not going to tell you. C'est rien de tout; ne t'inquiète pas mon ami.