Sorry, buddy...get used to it. Actually, Palmer made out better than I did. I fell victim to Bailey and her stickers, as well. What's better (or worse, depending on your perspective) is that all this transpired while we waited for the pizza delivery guy to show up. By the time he finally did I had completely forgotten that my face was covered in stickers and I answered the door with a "what's up", wrote out the check, yelled at the dog for trying to jump up on the guy, and finished with a smooth "take it easy, man". Nice, Clark...real nice! Thanks goes out to Melanie and her friend, Rosemary, for pointing out the obvious to me AFTER I came back inside.