Hang in there,son. I'm confident you'll touch down somewhere.

In the meanwhile, quit stalking me. It's getting a bit creepy, especially when you don't have your dumb and dumber back-up.

How about,for peace sakes, I send you an autographed picture instead? And some herring?.


The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward