Beauty here. I've been chewing on my tail for days. The truth is, I could win the Colorado Governor's race. But I like my current job. My senior advisor, Dad, has authorized a fairly substantial amount in the form of a study grant, to analyze the two "dogs" that live here. Apparently dogs can have "Asberger's Syndrome" in a substantial way. The RainDogs spend their days pacing around a rubber squeaky toy. I think that these two fools believe that the chew toy will actually come to life. This, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. I've been scratching down notes and doing some interviews with these two yo-yos. I can give you one example of their nearly unlimited stupidity; when Mom sets breakfast bowls down on the laundry room floor, they try to eat from their own dishes. I snarf their food down quickly, then saunter over to my own bowl, where I casually eat my breakfast undisturbed. At first I resented having to eat with these yutz's, but then quickly realized the advantage of having their food as an appetizer. The RainDogs stand there with their ears perked up and their heads cocked to one side while I gulp their breakfast. Apparently Mom is not privy to my study grant as she occasionally interrupts me. Quite loudly, I might add. She might want to use some of that energy and volume on the RainDogs, it could add to my insightful observations. Enough for now, I need to add some entries into my Google charts. Always a Beauty, Beauty