Are you kidding me? Trixie is practically pushing me out the door. She thinks I don't know, but the moment I leave, she jumps on the computer and surfs, goes in chat rooms, and shops. It is also when she writes. How do I know? Shoot--that's easy.

There's always crumbs from her snacks all over the place and the chair is adjusted to fit her big ah...exterior. AND....I start getting emails from names like "SamTheSheperd" or "BloodhoundBubba." It ain't rocket science.

JJ