Hurricane thank you blew through here about an hour ago. I'm "snippy" and apparently have been for 3 months. Been called a lot of things in my life, mostly by thank you, but snippy ain't one of them. Sigh... yada yada yada blah blah blah. He's no longer "calling this my residence." Drama drama drama. What*ever*. Call him when "his" car is fixed. You can imagine the thoughts going thru my head, LOL. I'm just delegating it to husband. He's going to blow a gasket when he discovers thank you had the car towed down to Valpo rather than local body shop - wonder what tow fees are these days? But... not my problem. Don't know why they try so darn hard to burn bridges. Can they not just move on without the explosions? It's just gotten so... routine, you know?