Just sending out a prayer into space that she does well and this one sticks. I think there may be some trouble in paradise with Monkeyboy...she was complaining about "having a boyfriend who would rather smoke pot all day instead of call his girlfriend". Ho-hum, same old same old. This morning her car died so I had to drive her to work, which I really kind of sort of liked because now I get to pick her up this afternoon and she can't just dash off to boyfriend's house without me finding out how her first day went. She was less than thrilled, of course, and made sure I knew it. I turned on the radio and hummed. Anyway, say a small prayer please - thanks!