<HTML><BODY STYLE="font:10pt verdana; border:none;"><DIV>"Joan's right. It's all about Trail Mix, as well as my twins . . . Mocha and Muffin."</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Say, Keely,</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Are you by any chance the daughter of the notorious Tom and Jiffy Mix? That might explain the cowboy boots and the freshly-baked gingerbread children. </DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Joan/Auntie E</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>PS: In the interests of full disclosure, I <STRONG><U>live</U></STRONG> for the joys of Keely's famous posole. She's a damn fine cook, and for that and numerous other much more important reasons, I'm proud to call her my friend. I respect her immensely, but I can tell you that even if I opposed this levy, she'd still be my friend. Why? Because she's honest, painfully honest -- even when that honesty costs her political, school board, Moscow Vision2020 everybody-ought-to-love-me points. Why am I telling you this? Because I wanted to tell you this before A) I received another private email from someone who's property borders the Trail site accusing me of being "brainwashed" by Keely; and B) Dale reported on his Brainless Blahg that he'd espied us enjoying a glass or two of wine while we waited three-hours for our dinner at the Sangria Grill two weeks ago. (What the hell are they doing in that Sangria kitchen? They still don't have any desserts!)</DIV></BODY></HTML><br clear=all><hr>Get more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : <a href='http://explorer.msn.com'>http://explorer.msn.com</a><br></p>