Sitting in Michael's Lap
Sheesh, I come in here looking to find a good argument to get embroiled in, and I find THIS???
Sigh ... oh well, if you can't beat them (cause they happen to be three thousand miles away -- hehehe ), join them ...
Hugs (but no slobbering!)
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest