Yes!! Fifi is my mother!! Hottie, yes, young,nnnnnnoooooo, but not old either. Compared to Herb, very young. Interesting childhood? You could say that. Did you know my mother is a singer? Yes! Nightclubs, private parties, tailgate parties, Tupperware parties, bachelor parties, whatever. That is how she met Herb, as a matter of fact, she sang, he put the dollar in her garter. Sigh, I tear up everytime I think about the sweet way they met. Fate, such a mysterious thing. I heard from Mother, by the way. She had a heck of a time trying to buy cheese at Neil's Yard by Covent Garden. Said it took three tries, but she could only stay in the store for about a minute at a time. I guess it's pretty ripe in there. Finally, she stood at the door and sang out what she wanted and the clerk just tossed the stuff on out the door at her. The Yodeling Hoedown Heiffers Ladies Club (aka The Squealing Cows)will be performing for the Lord Mayor of London and they also have to supply the snacks, so cheese it is (get it? Heiffers--cheese? Too funny!) Should be interesting....the costumes have to be seen to be believed. So, so adorable! The Cows actually made the little outfits by hand, and boy, they really put their hearts into it. The ears are black and white polka dots, the tails actually swish, swish, and the udders, well, I think they hang too low, but what do I know? <BR><BR> Good news, my mother-in-law presented the priest with his very own Hawaiian shirt and were pleased with his response. Apparently, he told MIL she could perform a 'rubbing' whenever she wants. (Dad couldn't make the trip to Scotland with MIL after all, but will be there probably the day after tomorrow. Yes, he decided to ride his bicycle up there. Said God gave him two legs, two feet, pedals on his bike and a bank for his money for a reason. By the way, MIL thinks it was the tartan on the running suit that convinced the priest to let her rub. Thanks for the idea!<BR>