Woo-hoooooooo, Dalton! I guess I can stop picturing you as a cross between Reba McEntire (from the movie North) and Mother Earth (from the margarine commercials), although I'm having trouble integrating you with this image right off the bat.

I've been struggling with which picture to use for myself. . . cleavage is obviously a must, but do I go demure? or tough? I even have one taken the morning after my pre-production rendevous with the Shakester, but it's just plain nude and disheveled. Cartoons seem to be popular, or I could go classical. So many decisions. . .

Well, since the strangers to the OT seem to have targeted me to go early, I guess I'd just better whip something together in a hurry and flash my two best assets. I bet IceCat would be willing to replace it if I concoct something better.

Man, for someone who protested so much at the beginning, you astound me, sistah! You've got the fever now, haven't you?!

(Oh, and in my family, it was "Princess Fart Blossom.")

GT