Okay, okay . . . I get it. There ISN'T an easier way. I can live with that.
(*SM flips the Chippie over her hip . . . he lands in the dust next to HSM . . .SM rises from her rocker, puts a foot on his rump . . . *)
So, JOH, you haven't figured out yet why I get the "hunker" ones, huh? [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_wink.gif[/img] Why, I'd've thunk by now you'd have noticed my incredible charisma . . .
my femme fatale quality . . .
my gun pointed at his head . . .
**If you're lucky enough to own a horse, you're lucky enough.**