I've been gone a long time, and I heartily apologize for not answering each and every one of your wonderful emails.  As many of you know, I have hepatitis C, and have just finished a years worth of treatment with Interferon and Ribavirin.  Interferon is a chemo drug, so it carries all the fun side effects of chemo although, I would image, slightly less intense.  The side effects from Ribavirin, aka the drug from hell, are just as much fun.  It messes with your brain chemistry, and God only knows what else.  

One of the really great side effects of Ribavirin, at least according to my grandson, is something that's been tagged as "Ribo-Rage".  Understand, I tend to be relatively calm, neurotic, but calm.  I don't like to put anyone out or make a scene.  I was taught to be considerate and to be a lady...well, kind of.  Anyway, there was an incident involving a thorough lack of driving skills by a mini-van full of nuns.  Suffice it to say my grandson has taken this small incident and transformed it into a full blown attack on those poor, defenseless women...and dare I say it, the entire catholic church.  We're talking an attack of epic proportions.  The next time he tells the story I'm sure he'll somehow pull the pope into the morass.

Aside from the one incident, my "Ribo-Rage" was relatively short-lived.  Although there was that one episode with the vacuum, but I needed a new one anyway.

So, there you have it.  I'm back and the catholic church is still intact.