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To: Rambi who wrote (52081)	6/10/2000 11:17:00 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Going into overtime now!! Goooo Starrrs!!!! How's your heart holding up?

To: Rambi who wrote (52081)	6/11/2000 12:15:00 AM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

Today has been a bizarre kind of day. When I was over at friends' house with the Kinder, a fellow stopped by to pick up a tool (the husband is quite the woodworker). He was wearing these Teva sandals - and his toenails were perfectly done in this lovely iris blue. The husband made some sort of amused query as to how this had come about - and the visitor confided: "Never fall asleep by the pool." I really like that he had the sense of humor not to immediately apply paint stripper. Or even go closed toe. Guess he knew he looked fabulous. Then - ANOTHER paint-related incident. I was in the back, doing mysterious daddy things, when I heard a strange sort of knock on the door. I looked, and there were at least four kids on the front step. I opened the door, and these two teenage girls in bikini tops and shorts practically cowered into me and asked that I protect them from the teenaged boy - who was brandishing a wet paint roller. Me. "Is that paint?" Boy, rather too uppitily for my pleasure - "Yup." Me - "It's very close to MY door." Boy - "No it isn't." Wrong answer. Teeth throat lungs spit. Then stomp. I gave him a stern two-sentence lecture (in my best Patrick Stewart stage voice) about his being uninvited on my property. The girls thanked me effusively, but in almost the same breath said something shockingly vulgar about their attacker. "Who was that?" I managed to ask. Apparently some boy not from our street. Good. I gave them a stern sentence of their very own about language (not wanting to appear at all biased by their rather resplendently-displayed teenage goodies) (an effect that was immediately neutralized by one of the duo's casual use of ye olde F word) and they walked off, satisfied that they were not under immediate threat of assault-and-pigmentation. How they chose my house for a last stand, I have no idea. The whole thing left me bemused and a wee bit agitated for a couple of hours. Oh. And there were DRIPS of PAINT on my front step. Thank goodness they came off OK. Today's youth scares me.