This isn't really funny, but I'm sitting here in a cold house, the furnace blower isn't working, my dishwasher sounds like a helicopter, there's a half-finished painted room, the paint on the outside of the house is peeling, I have 2 huge elms dying on the boulevard, the lawnmower is in the shop and we've had 3 inches of rain so the grass is ready to be baled rather than mowed...where is the needy woman's hotline? I guess I'll go hang out in a parking lot and throw myself on the first man that looks strong...preferably with grease under his fingernails and his name on his pocket. I'd like him to be named "Al".<P>(Just kidding, Guard, if you run across this post, I know you've got this stuff on your agenda and afterall, you took the mower to the shop. It's just piling up. I know I can weild a paintbrush...)