On that note, I will add that I did sew together all of Shawn's underwear and watched as he pulled out a long strand of undies from his top drawer yesterday morning. He was beyond perplexed. Then I started giggling and the gig was up. But it was pretty darn funny stuff. I'm a middle child through and through, so I do not take jokes well. But I planted a few funny ones yesterday that made for a mightily funny day. Including sending a picture of my "bloodied" finger to my sisters and my good girlfriends, telling them I'd sliced my finger off. No one fell for that one. But apparently mom does think I'll be needing her assistance after my breast augmentation next month.