Um, JaSammers, I figured you would've been happy with his inclusion at the lake house… hmm.

Here is a ridiculously long update for ya. PLEASE REVIEW.

Must I really say that this is UNEDITED?

Chapter Twenty-One

The Technicalities of Coffee and Eggs

--- "Have fun Mom!"

--- "Yea, Mommy!"

Diane ushered the girls out of the room leaving Sam with Alexis. She fixed her mother's sweater, despite her obvious annoyance, so that one shoulder was exposed.

--- "You have to stop being so prudish, Mom."

Alexis rolled her eyes at her daughter.

--- "Honey, I'm not being prudish, I'm simply being classy."

--- Yea, okay. Then classy must mean one who gets none because that's you."

Alexis smacked her daughter's hand from her shirt.

--- "Okay, out. I've no intention of getting any right now anyway; not with all of you nosey people in the house—"

--- "Especially with Mathieu, or Mati, as you call him, glaring at Mac and ogling in your direction. He totally wants to fill you with some crepe batter."

--- "Seriously, goodbye, Samantha—"

Sam laughed. She loved making her mother uncomfortable. In fact, she enjoyed that they had reached such a point in their relationship where she could be so comfortable with her mother to have such conversations.

--- "It's Sam, Mom."

Alexis made a face at her daughter.

--- "Excuse me?"

She smiled as she went to retrieve her mother's make-up.

--- "Only my daddy can call me Samantha."

Alexis stood up and approached her daughter; she put the brush and powder she held in her hands back onto the dresser. Now that Sam had opened the door, she figured that that moment was the best time to broach the subject.

--- "Honey, sit with me."

--- "Come on, you have a hungry man waiting outside, and a hungry daughter who would like to get some sausage into her—"

Alexis was amazed at her daughter's ability to turn every possible conversation into one in which she would certainly make a sailor blush.

--- "Sam, I swear, your mind is truly something special—"

The young woman smiled at her mother.

--- "Why thank you! It means a lot coming from you, Mom!"

She shook her head as she fixed her daughter's messy ponytail.

--- "Seriously, I want to talk to you for a moment—"

Sam had an idea of what her mother wanted to discuss with her, but decided to play dumb.

--- "About?"

--- "Sam, we have yet to really talk about your feelings in regard to everything that you heard last night."

Sam rolled her eyes and reached for the make-up so that she could fix her mother's face; she did not want to have this conversation. Alexis, on the other hand, grabbed her wrists; she did not want her daughter avoiding the subject.

--- "Sam—"

--- "Mom."

Alexis let go of one of Sam's wrists and pulled her chin up so that she could look her daughter in the eyes; there were tears forming.

--- "Sweetheart, talk to me."

Sam shook her head, and wiped her face of the few tears that escaped.

--- "We don't have time for this. We need to get you ready for your date! Your make-up isn't done and your hair is a mess; at this rate you'll never get Mac or Mathieu, for that matter, to frost your cake."

Alexis knew that Sam was hiding behind her jokes; she knew her daughter too well to allow her to get away with it.

--- "Thanks, honey, but Mac can wait. You're about to go outside and mingle with your father and your… and Jason, for the next couple of hours—"

Sam smiled.

--- "Oh, so you'll need a couple of hours. Shall we soundproof the room?"

Alexis was trying her best not to get frustrated with her daughter.

--- "Samantha, stop it. You haven't dealt with how you feel about everything you heard last night, and I'm not letting you out of here until you do."

Sam bit her lip and looked at her mother. She was amazed at the relationship that the had forged with each other, despite all of the crap that she had put her through all of those years ago. Then she thought about what she had heard the night before, about how her mother never wanted to give her up, and how both of her parents had every intention of raising her; it broke her heart. She became defensive.

--- "What do you want me to tell you, Mom, that I absolutely hate your father? That I hate my grandparents, and wish them dead, if they aren't already? That if I ever see Helena again, I might have to kill her because she ruined my life?"

--- "Sam—"

Sam pulled her arm free from her mother's grasp and walked around the room looking at the pictures of her sisters and her throughout the years.

--- "No, Mom. I look at Molly and I think, 'hey, that was supposed to be you, you should have a great education, and you should have been loved from a young age.' But I wasn't. I was raised by a woman who hated me, and a man who taught me to swindle people for their money. I was a cheat and a con! By the time you and I were reunited, I had slept with countless men, cheated them out of thousands of dollars, had a baby, buried my baby—"

Sam looked at her mother at the mention of Lila; she did not mean to insinuate that she had any lingering anger towards her.

--- "I don't blame you, Mom."

Alexis nodded her head.

--- "I know, baby."

She knew she had to let her daughter vent; this was a long time coming. She had the same thoughts throughout the night of how Sam's life might have been different if only her father had not lied to her, and had enough balls to allow her to keep her baby, despite Helena's protestations. She wondered what Sam and her life would have been like had she been given that chance to give her daughter a loving home, instead of the life of crime in which she was raised.

She stood and watched her daughter continue to pace the room looking at their family pictures.

--- "I think we would have had a nice life. I mean, it wouldn't have been as luxurious as Krissy and Mol have it, but at least I would've had you. Mathieu seems like a decent guy—"

Alexis nodded in agreement.

--- "He is, or at least the one that I knew was. I think you should get to know your father."

Sam sat on the bed and looked at her mother.

--- "I think I will. I mean, it's not like I have anything to lose. I'm stuck with you—"

Alexis sat beside her daughter and took her hand into her own.

--- "You better believe it. Despite the fact that I'd like to shake you free of your sick and twisted mind, I won't ever leave you."

The young woman looked at her mother with a pained look in her eyes.

--- "I just don't understand why I had to get the short end of the stick. Things would have been, gosh they would be, so much easier between us if you had raised me—"

Alexis held her daughter's face in her hands, wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

--- "Honey, tell me how many mothers and daughters have easy relationships? My goodness, look at Krissy and me! One day she loves me, then the next day she hates me."

Sam rolled her eyes.

--- "She doesn't hate you—"

Alexis smiled.

---- "And neither do you, and God knows we argue a lot. But, that's my point. Honey, we've had ten years of ups and downs, but I've loved you from the moment I knew I was pregnant with you. Even through everything that happened early in our relationship, I never stopped loving you. As far as I'm concerned, there is no difference between you, Kristina, and Molly. I'd punish the girls just like I'd punish you—"

Sam wiped her nose and smiled at her mother.

--- "Mom, you can't punish me."

Alexis poked her daughter in the side.

--- "Call me nuts, but this is coming from someone who was standing in that bathroom but thirty minutes ago with her Mommy's mirror in hand, trying to see if she had a bruise on her tushy."

--- "And that was just because you played dirty and caught me off guard!"

Alexis pulled her daughter to her. She kissed her forehead before resting her cheek on the top of her head.

--- "Honey, I know that my father, Helena, and your grandparents robbed us, more Mati than me, of precious time with you, but we're not going to let that take over our lives. Okay? It's all shoulda, coulda, wouldas. You see the pictures in here! I have so many memories with my girls. Now you need to start forming a relationship with your dad; he wants it just as badly as you do."

Sam nodded her head in agreement.

--- "I will. I just hope that he doesn't hate Jason as much as you do."

Alexis sighed and looked at her daughter.

--- "Hey, not everyone can be liked. And besides, you're his only daughter; I can imagine that he'll be protective of his little girl—"

--- "Mom, I'm a bit too old to be his little girl—"

Alexis shook her head.

--- "Hey, I didn't raise you, but you're my baby just as much as your sisters. So believe me, since you're his only child, you'll be his little juju bean."

Sam frowned at her mother.

--- "Okay, what in the world is up with you and these references to candy?"

Alexis smiled and walked into her closet. She pulled out a pumpkin basket, which undoubtedly belonged to Molly, filled with candy.

--- "I guess I've been enjoying them a bit too much."

Sam went to reach for a package, but her mother swatted her hand away.

--- "Samantha, it's eight-thirty in the morning!"

The young woman shook her head.

--- "Great, if it's this bad with one parent, how in the world am I going to tolerate two?"

Alexis shrugged her shoulders.

--- "I suppose you better become daddy's girl."

Sam bit her lip and looked at her mother.

--- "My mother, the genius!"

She began to walk toward the door, but Alexis grabbed her arm and pulled her to her.

--- "I love you, sweetheart."

Sam held onto her mother, almost taking in her natural flowery scent.

--- "I love you too, Mom."

As she attempted to leave again, her mother stopped her.

--- "Uh, Sam?"

--- "Hmm?"

Alexis grabbed the make-up and held it out to her.

--- "Make Mommy pretty so she can play with the Commissioner's big stick."

Sam laughed as she grabbed the makeup from her mother, pointing to the chair, so that she could take a seat.

--- "My Mommy is always pretty."

Mathieu decided to take the time his daughter was in with Alexis to speak to her boyfriend and find out what he was about. He did not care that he had just met the girl, he wanted to ensure that this man was the perfect fit for his little girl. He walked up to the man.

--- "So, uh, Jason how long have you and Samantha been dating."

Jason was never comfortable being in Alexis' house. In addition, he did not like being surrounded by people who made him feel ill at ease: Sam's father, who, if he was anything like Alexis, would be a pain in his behind; Mac, who was always willing to find some excuse to arrest him; Maxie, who never shut up; and Diane, who was always attempting to stir the pot for her own sick and twisted pleasure. He looked at his girlfriend's newly discovered father.

--- "A couple of months."

Mathieu nodded his head. He was grateful that it wasn't for very long as he could not pinpoint exactly what it was about Jason that he did not like, but hoped that his daughter had enough sense to dump him. Nonetheless, he knew it was not his place to let his feelings known as he was a mere stranger; he figured he would speak to Alexis instead.

--- "And what is it that you do?"

Without missing a beat, Jason responded.

--- "Coffee Importer."

Mac coughed across the room at the sound of Jason's supposed profession.

--- "That's some loaded coffee."

Diane walked into the room with the girls.

--- "Are we discussing coffee here? Because I could sure use some."

Mathieu smiled at the woman.

--- "No, in fact, we were discussing Jason's profession."

The attorney smiled and looked to her client, who stood with his arms crossed, then over to Mac who glared between Mathieu and Jason.

--- "Oh, my client is a coffee importer, and do not allow this man here to have you believe otherwise. There is no proof to the contrary."

Mathieu scratched the side of his face; there was something about the man everyone knew about, but for which he was clearly out of the loop.

--- "Why would there be any proof to the contrary?"

Diane pursed her lips. She refused to be the reason her best friend's daughter's father Dr. Kavorkian'ed her best client.

--- "Oh nothing! That's just how we crazy Port Charles folk talk! Don't mind us! Jason, may I talk to you for a second? I mean, we should probably make some coffee for the people, right? Since that IS what you do for a living?"

Jason walked over to the woman who dragged him into the kitchen. She began rummaging through the kitchen for the coffee.

--- "Jason, you need to stop standing there like some kind of statue! As much as some might tell you otherwise, you, my friend, are not the David! Get yourself together!"

He stared at the woman.

--- "What are you talking about Diane? What would you like for me to tell the man? Hello, Mathieu, I'm not really a coffee importer, I'm actually a hitman—"

Diane pointed to the man.

--- "Alleged hitman."

Jason grabbed the decorative jar in which Alexis kept the coffee.

--- "Here."

Diane was shocked.

--- "How the hell did you know that was where she kept her coffee?"

--- "Sam has the same one."

She gave him an almost threatening look for having her search through the cabinets for nothing.

--- "Okay, well, I guess you should start making enough to last us through the day."

Jason looked at the woman as though she had lost all of her mind.

--- "Excuse me?"

Diane pointed to the coffee maker.

--- "Uh, clearly you don't think I'm going to sit here and make us coffee? You're the coffee importer; impress your future father-in-law with your knowledge of the stuff."

Jason sighed heavily.

--- "Diane, I know about coffee beans, I don't have to actually make coffee."

She shrugged her shoulders.

--- "Look, it can't be that hard. And besides, you and I both know that you don't want to be in the living room with all of those people anyway. So, make yourself useful and make us some damn coffee!"

She left the kitchen before he could protest any further.

--- "Okay! Who's ready to eat?"

Maxie stood up quickly.

--- "Um, I am. After the workout I had this morning, I'm absolutely famished!"

Mac never knew his daughter to exercise a day in her life.

--- "Maxie, you went to the gym this morning?"

The girl smiled at her father. She never understood why her father asked her such loaded questions, but she certainly did take a sick pleasure to torturing him with more information than he needed to know about her love life with Spinelli. Perhaps it was simply because of his dislike for the boy, or as a means of reminding the man whom she loved as her father, that she was not his little girl anymore and had a very active sex life.

--- "Oh no Daddy. I never left the bed."

Molly grabbed a plate and began filling it with food. She looked at Maxie.

--- "What kind of exercise could you have possibly—"

Kristina squeezed her little sister's shoulders.

--- "Mol, why don't you take some things that Mom would enjoy, and we'll serve it to her and Mac as though they were actually in Kelly's for breakfast?"

The young girl loved catering to her mother's needs as Alexis was always willing to do the same for her and her sisters.

--- "Okay!"

Maxie blushed slightly as she lipped the words 'thank you,' to the teen. Kristina smiled and nodded at the girl.

--- "Commissioner Scorpio—"

He interrupted the girl.

--- "Kristina, Molly, you both can call me Mac."

--- "Okay, Mac, I'm pretty sure you can go into my Mom's bedroom—"

Maxie reached over and poked her father in the back.

--- "Go get 'em, Daddy!"

He wanted to strangle his daughter.

--- "Maxie, go get something to eat. Kristina, thank you."

He walked in the same direction he had seen Sam and Alexis leave, although he did not have a clue as to where Alexis' room actually was. Luckily, as he walked, Sam stepped out of the room.

--- "Hey Mac."

--- "I take it this is your mother's room?"

She nodded.

--- "Yup, come on in!"

He noticed Alexis standing beside the blanket Diane had brought in; the fireplace was lit. He looked at the woman and was amazed at how radiant she looked.

--- "Hi Lex."

Alexis smiled nervously at him, causing her dimples to become more prominent.

--- "Hey, come on in. Thanks Sam."

Sam smirked at her mother as she walked out of the room.

--- "May sure to keep the door open; we have guests."

Alexis, put her finger up to Mac telling him to wait a moment; she stuck her head out of the door.

--- "SAM!"

The young woman laughed and waved to her mother.

--- "Sorry Mommy!"

Alexis rolled her eyes and gave her daughter a look of warning.

--- "Honey, remember, in this house, we have our sausage cut up."

She stopped walking to turn around and stare at her mother.

--- "Mom, you NEVER have sausage of any kind in this house."

Alexis pointed her two fingers to her own eyes, then in the direction of her daughter.

--- "I'm serious, sweetheart. The only fish and loaves to be had tonight will be in the form of the many bags of Swedish Fish I have in the closet and the molded bread in the pantry."

Molly, who was carrying a plate to the room with Kristina in tow was shocked.

--- "MOMMY! You said that you gave the candy away!"

Sam decided to leave her mother and sister to handle the stolen candy situation on their own. She walked into the living all smiles, but Mati, much as he was able to tell when Alexis had been crying, had the same sense when it came to his daughter. He walked up to the girl.

--- "Ma belle, you were crying."

Sam frowned at the man; she could not believe that he had been able to tell. She had in fact made sure to wash her face before coming back out into the living room, and her mother had told her that she did not look as though she were a person who was recently crying.

--- 'Um, I'm fine, Mathieu. Mom and I were just talking, that's all."

He nodded his head. As much as he would love to fast forward through the time so that he and his daughter might have the same relationship that she did with her mother. He knew that it would take time; he was willing to take all the time Sam needed.

--- "Okay. Are you sure you're feeling better? You should eat something."

Sam smiled and did something that she had least expected; she leaned in and gave the man a hug.

--- "Thank you, Mathieu."

Diane and Maxie smiled at the scene; they were happy that Sam finally had a father.

Mathieu did not notice the women staring at them; he simply wrapped his arms around his daughter and gave her a kiss on the top of the head.

--- "I don't know what I did for you, but you're welcome."

Sam held the man for a couple of seconds before releasing him. She was embarrassed at the sudden show of affection, but she could not help herself. While she had always known that her mother loved and wanted her, the knowledge that her father felt the same way pushed her over the top; she was happier than she had been in a long time.

She pulled away from him, blushing slightly.

--- [ahem] Um, where's Jason?"

Mathieu noticed her discomfort, so he simply smiled.

--- "He's in the kitchen. I think he's hiding."

Sam laughed.

--- "Why would he be hiding?"

Maxie, who had been listening to the conversation, decided to put in her two cents.

--- "Oh, that's because your dad asked him what he did for a living—"

Sam looked at the man and quickly replied.

--- "He's a coffee importer."

He nodded his head, not exactly believing that to be true, but accepting everyone's admissions.

--- "So I heard. You know, you should really eat something Samantha."

She nodded; it was going to be very interesting dealing with not only one overbearing parent, but now two.

--- "Yea, I will; I just need to go help Jason with the Coffee."

Diane rolled her eyes as she sat at the table waiting for everyone to come eat.

--- "Please do; mud isn't my drink of preference the morning after a binge."

Alexis and Mac sat on the floor in her bedroom in awkward silence as Molly sat on the bed watching them. When Alexis could not handle it any longer she turned to her daughter.

--- "Mol, didn't you tell me that you didn't care about my date with Mac?"

She nodded her head.

--- "I don't."

Mac stifled a laugh.

--- "So why are you here?"

--- "Diane told me to stay in here and make sure that Mac didn't squirt any syrup anywhere other than his plate because the last thing you'd want are little surprises crawling around here; she said that he looks like he would be the messy type."

Alexis looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. She made a note to herself to kill Diane once Mac was out of house and have Jason put his 'profession' to some good use and dispose of her body in some way-off place.

She stood up and took her daughter by the hand, leading her to the door.

--- "Tell Diane that she doesn't need to worry, I'm sure Mac will remember to put the cap on."

Molly wanted to question her mother on her exactly Mac was going to get the syrup out of the bottle if he were to have the cap on, but Alexis pushed out of the room.

--- "Don't worry, baby, Diane will know what I'm talking about."

--- "But Mom—"

Alexis blew her a kiss and closed the door. She leaned against it, exasperated and looked at Mac.

--- "Is it me, or are our "dates" just really weird."

He stood up and walked up to her.

--- "Well, technically we haven't had a date."

He led her to her seat on the floor. He acted as though he were pulling a seat out.

--- "If I may, madame."

She smiled at him.

--- "Why thank you monsieur."

He helped her onto the floor before returning to his place.

--- "Okay, that is the extent of my French outside of voulez-vous couchez avec moi, but I guess I'll save that for a later date."

Alexis smirked.

--- "Since you were talking in technicalities before, I suppose that TECHNICALLY we did sleep together."

He cut a piece of his French toast; perhaps more brutally than necessary.

--- "I guess you're right, but this is our first real date. I mean, we getting drunk at Jake's wasn't a date—"

She agreed.

--- "No it wasn't."

--- "And God knows dinner last night wasn't a date."

Alexis smiled at the memory.

--- "Hmm, not so much. Although, I think that when you actually came by and brought me dinner, that was—"

--- "No, it wasn't."

She laughed as she buttered her croissant.

--- "How could you say it wasn't? We were here alone. We had food. We talked."

He pointed his fork at her.

--- "It was NOT a date, Lex! You were dressed in sweatpants that said, 'Off the Pole.'"

She nearly choked on the croissant.

--- "What, you're not in the habit of dating former strippers?"

--- "No, I can't say that I am. But seriously, Lex, I'm glad that even though this is the weirdest date that I've had, I'm glad that we're finally able to have this."

She nodded in agreement.

--- "You know, I am too. I swear, my girls think that I'm only capable of dating homicidal maniacs—"

--- "Well, I can't disagree with them on that point. You do have interesting taste in men."

She rolled her eyes.

--- "Have you killed people as a profession, or simply because it gets you off? Because if you haven't I don't think this is going to work!"

He looked at her sincerely; he had never before realized how beautiful she was to him.

--- "Seriously, what is it about us that two successful professionals are unable to find anyone? I mean, you're a beautiful, gorgeous, sensual woman—"

Alexis blushed.

--- "Stop, you're going to make one of my eggs crack!"

He put his plate down.

--- "Lex, I'm serious. You are so beautiful, and yet you're single—"

--- "Well, you're not too bad to look at yourself Mr. Scorpio, and there you are. I don't know what it is. I think it's because we're workaholics. We don't have anything to talk to people about except Jason's recent crimes, or about our kids. Think about it, the only thing that we've spoken about aside having seen each other au natural, was work and our daughters."

He thought about it and realized that she was right. He needed to show her that she and he had more in common than work and their kids. There had to be a way to get through the awkwardness of transitioning from friends to dating, then finally into a relationship. He suddenly had a lightbulb moment; they needed to do something completely outside of themselves.

--- "I have an idea to break the ice."

She frowned at him.

--- "What is it?"

He stood up and held her hand out to him.

--- "Just follow me."

--- "Um, okay, but let me finish this piece of Gruyere."

Mac at that moment realized what had just happened.

--- "I didn't buy any of this stuff."

She looked at the meal in front of them: French Toast, Croissant, and French Cheese, along ham and fresh fruits. She shook her head.

--- "No you didn't. This would be a predominantly French breakfast we've just had; I'm going to venture a guess that this is the stuff Mati bought."

He sighed and shook his head; he really could not stand the man.

--- "Come on."

Alexis was never one to get up and go without knowing where she was being led, especially in the middle of a snowstorm.

--- "Where are you taking me, Mac?"

He looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes.

--- "Do you trust me?"

She nodded.

--- "I've known you for years, I'm pretty sure that you're one of the most trustworthy people I know."

He smiled and held his hand out.

--- "So, trust and follow me."

Alexis nervously bit her lip and took his hand into hers.

--- "Okay."

As they approached the door, he snapped his fingers.

--- "Um, do you have something warmer than that to put on?"

She gave him a weird look.

--- "I don't think I like the way this is sounding."

He grabbed her two shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze.

--- "Lex, trust me!"

Sam walked into the kitchen to find Jason staring at the coffee maker from the island.

--- "You know, the coffee maker is not going to turn itself on."

He looked at her.

--- "This is Diane's doing you know. I think your father suspects that I'm not really a coffee importer."

She began to make the coffee.

--- "Technically you are—"

He got up and pulled her away from the counter.

--- "I'm glad that you're happy."

She smiled at him. While most people said that he was not a talker, she understood what he said in the few words that he said.

--- "Thank you. I really am. I was so grateful to have my mother in my life, and to finally have a family, that it never bothered me that I didn't know who my father was."

--- "But now you do."

She nodded and laid her head on his chest.

--- "Yea. And the best part is that he wanted me."

He past his hand up and down her back.

--- "He didn't want to give you up?"

She shook her head.

--- "No. It was my grandparents who were the cause of everything."

She felt the tears welling in her eyes again. He felt her breathing change, so he pulled back from her and pulled her face up so that he might kiss her; he gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

--- "It doesn't matter what they did anymore."

She sighed and looked at him as the tears continued to roll down her face.

--- "I know. And you're probably right, but—"

He shook his head.

--- "No buts. You wouldn't be you if you didn't go through what you did."

She rolled her eyes.

--- "A former con and thief?"

He wiped the tears from her face.

--- "A strong, independent, brave and dynamic woman who loves harder than anyone I know. Sam, you wouldn't be the person I—"

When he noticed that she had averted her eyes from him, he tapped her chin; she looked at him. He smiled in his subtle way before giving her a tender kiss.

--- "Sam, I love you."

The tears flowed freely from her eyes as she looked at the man whom she never thought she would ever love again. He was the man who helped give her the family that she loved so dearly. Despite the problems of their previous relationship, and the horrible way that they had broken up, if it weren't for it, she would have certainly remained the dependent, man hungry person that she had been. She was a completely different person, in a completely different place because of her experiences with this man who held her so warmly, and loved her so gently. She looked at him and smiled.

--- "Jason, I love you too."

Alexis and Mac tiptoed passed the kitchen as the couple exchanged their professions of love. She looked at the man and stuck her finger in her mouth and gagging fashion.

--- "Will you two get a room?"

Sam looked behind Jason to see her mother standing at the kitchen door wearing a flannel coat; it was the same coat that she had practically stolen from a bar in the middle of nowhere she and Diane had gotten stranded in when they were on their way to the "Litigator of the Year" ceremony.

--- "Um, I have a room, that you won't let me go to, Elmer Fudd."

Alexis walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer; she pulled out a knife. Sam gave her mother a weird look.

--- "What are you doing?"

Alexis smiled at her daughter.

--- "Cutting up the sausage you'd like to have for breakfast."

Alright, don't expect an update for a few days, so that should give you all more than enough time to review the toils of my labor. =o)

Merry Christmas!!