Ha! The old "I was in the hospital excuse". That's the second time you have pulled it on me this year. The first was the worst. I wanted us to spend a weekend together in Paris in the Spring, so I made reservations at the city's finest hotel, the George V ( http://www.fourseasons.com/paris/) and for dinner on the first night planned to take you to Maxims (http://maxims-de-paris.com/en/restaurant). I even offered to buy you a First Class ticket on Air France, Miami-Paris. I sent you the invitation six weeks in advance and you replied that you can't make it because "I am going to be in the hospital that weekend". It was only later that I found out you spent Saturday and Sunday playing soccer with your friends. One of your teammates even sent me an e-mail asking that I leave you alone because "Vicki wants nothing to do with you because you don't own a trailer". I was so upset by this that I ran into my bedroom, jumped into bed, assumed the pre-natal position and turned my electric blanket up to 9!