For some stupid reason, I can't post my response for Tarot cards. I'm the Emperor (sp?). Work wasn't too bad tonight. I did break down and bring some pasta home tonight, at least I showed restraint and did not get any garlic bread. I had really bad night mares last night about Pudd'n. Even after I would wake up and go back to sleep, I'd go back to the damn dream. Fucker. Called on a litter of Irish Wolfhounds that should be born around Valentine's day. My current spazzy dog was born on that day. But poor old Jack is finally showing his age and Pudd'n wants a dog to play with. If we get one of these dogs, it will probably grow to be half the size of one of my horses (Kip is on the small side). Well I guess I'll go stuff my face now..........