...and I think I want my mom! I went to the store tonight after work, still feeling lousy, and got a few survival items. When I paid, the cashier wanted my phone number, and for the life of me I couldn't think what it was! (In my defense, it's our old number from when we had a land line.) I finally managed to come up with the number, but when the cashier told me my savings, he called me by my mother's name. I knew then that I had given him her phone number. It's good, though, that she get's the credit. She certainly deserves it. Sigh...I was once a child in need, and still am a child in need. Even grown women need their moms sometimes. "Mom!"