You mean I'm supposed to keep those goshawful gifts from blood relatives???? The day Dave and I were married on the farm, folks wanted us to open their gifts to us. I opened a card from a lovely elderly woman and she had cut off the bottom of the card where the former person had signed their name. Then, she signed her name on the back portion of the card that was in sight. I'm a bad person for my feelings written on my face and, before I could help myself, I felt my face drop in amazement. "OMIGOSH," said I, I am so sorry. I've been spelling your name wrong all this time. Please accept my apologies!" Dave leaned over and whispered in my ear, "nice save!"

Thanks Meredithbead, Maggie and Chatty for your good suggestions. What I'm going to do is donate the clippers to the Curly Horse Rescue, let them auction them off and we all are made whole. One lemon is making a pitcher of lemonade <g>.