> I think a special meal from your Mom would be a 20 ounce steak, mashed potatoes, home-made ice cream, and five hot, buttery, ears of corn on the cob. Now THAT would be special. *smacking lips*

Geez, GreenJeanz: 20 oz. steak...FIVE ears of corn, etc.? You must be hitting a real growth spurt or something. Of course, when I was 12, my Mom used to call me "The Black Hole", I ate so much. :-)

One commercial I've seen lately is for some new weight-loss drug or other; I forget the name. But over the course of the commercial, a man's voice in the background is giving a long list of all the health warnings that the manufacturers are required to report: not for pregnant women, may cause emotional swings, must get a doctor's prescription, users may become dependant, causes cancer in lab rats (okay, maybe not this last one), etc. By the time the commercial's over, I've firmly decided that if anyone EVER were to offer me this weight-loss product, I would strike them in the jaw and flee on foot at top speed.

Iss "if I lost any more weight, I'd be shortly assisting in the construction of the space station" achar