dear sweet Connie,
i could be wrong, but i seem to remember that once, not to long ago, as a stranger, you were as pure as the driven snow.. and then i sent you a PM, and pointed out nice girls go to heaven and us bad girls get to everywhere else, and invite you to take a stroll!
I don't think of you (or myself!) as a gutter godess, but on my way to all those wonderful interesting places i go, i sometimes happen to cross a road, and to do so, i step into the gutter. i step in, i move along, if i make an observation or two along the way.. well, be that as it may.
and i might point out, the shop that Max was kind enough to find, is in my home town. 6 food long whale bones my be expensive to mail.. do you want me to call and see if i can pick one up for you before i head out MI? Or would you rather plan a trip to NY for your self.. and get to pick a bone of your own bone? (angel is worried about explaining waffle irons.. imagine explaining a 6 foot phallic bone to immigration!)
helen
