Most anyone knows I am severely HTML impaired. I know just enough to get myself into trouble. Then I have to send begging, pleading, pitiful eye email to my smart friends to come fix whatever idiot thing I did. But I think I have a new weapon in my arsenal, providing, of course, that I can remember it. So, here goes.
This is a test. This is only a test.
That should be a photo of me when I was about 4. Can you tell my mom cut my hair -- with dressmaker shears?