i can't lie. or can i?

Ina Gardner, huh. Fifty years or so ago, Ina Gardner's father was my ENT.

[Small, funny world. Also, Ina Garten's husband works at Yale. -- GW]

GW: This one is so rich with wonderful comments! But if I had to pick just one while I was "Bwa-ha-ha-ing" aloud it would have to be, "I can be and have been a bad influence". Hahaha!!! Perhaps. But not in a bad way. We need "The Golfwidow" in this crazy world of ours. Plus you rock out to Boston and I agree with everything here! :D)

[I may be eating cookies before dinner today, just so you know. Mothers, hide your sons. -- GW]

I am so ganking another phrase from you: "sucks a big bag of dicks," and I wish I had come up with that first. Out of all of this very substantial information about you, that is what I am taking away with me - sorry.
What is "glurge?"

["Glurge" is, essentially, chicken soup for the inbox - those syrupy sentimental emails you get that are meant to inspire, and probably would, if 90% of them weren't made up out of whole cloth. When I get glurge, I usually wind up going to snopes.com and replying to the sender that there is no such child and the priest credited with the story claims he never wrote it. -- GW]

Arm attack/heart attack; sounds similar, I guess.

[Yeah, when we left the hospital, he insisted on driving; so much for being at death's door. -- GW]

I am sending good thoughts your war!

[Always appreciated, even when a typo of the word "way" leads me to confusion as to which war you were referring: my battle of the bulge or my frustration with women who think their Victoria Secret order has higher priority than someone else's payroll or some hospital's cancer medication. -- GW]