Well Mr. Whippy and Mr Vancey, Since I ain't got no cat to mortgage nor a banker to back me, I guess ya'll got me in a tough situation. You know, kinda like trying to pick up a turd from the clean end. So's I tell you what I'll do, just to show ya'll I'm a good sport, I'll try to sweet talk Miss Kim into making YA'LL's cookies while I'm down there in June visiting with JC...In fact, I'll even offer to help her. Naturally, I'll have to lick each one, just to make sure they're fittin for ya'll's consumption and then I'll hand deliver them to ya' on my journey westward and iffen they are presented in a Keebler Elf package, well, that's just to protect 'em during the trip. Yum, Yum.....