"You mean he’s not ready YET?" Jo whined to Brenda. "When is daddy gonna be done getting ready, mommy? We’re gonna miss all the good candy!"

Brenda sat at her dressing table in the master suite and smiled at her daughter’s impatience. So many times she reminded her of herself. "Daddy’s almost done getting ready, sweetheart," she said calmly. "It just takes him a little longer because he’s not used to dressing like this. And don’t worry about the candy – I’m sure Aunt Robin and Uncle Nicholas will make sure that you get some of your favorites."

Brenda stood up and twirled around for Jo to see. "Well, what do you think of my costume?"

"You’re beau-ti-ful, mommy!" Jo exclaimed. Brenda had on a full-length formal gown of gold satin, trimmed with pearls and satin rosettes in a pale shade of yellow. The neckline was deeply scooped and she was wearing an old-fashioned "merry widow" corset, so that her breasts were pushed up so high they threatened to spill out of the top of the dress at any minute. Her hair was done up in a high pompadour, with curls and ringlets that hung down onto her shoulders. Gold pearls were woven throughout her hair. A delicate white eyelet lace trimmed the hemline of the dress, which was exaggerated by a large hoop. "Can I hide under your dress when daddy comes in?"

"No you may not!" Brenda laughed, and at that moment, Jax emerged from the bathroom.

He looked at the two women in his life and gave a long sigh. "I feel bloody stupid," he said succinctly. He had on breeches of pale white, a gold waistcoat and ruffled shirt of white and gold. His shoes were antique white buckled pull-ons with a stacked heel. Frilled cuffs extended well past the ends of the sleeves of his coat, almost covering his hands. He flopped them in the air, making Jo collapse into hysterical giggles.

"Awww, honey," Brenda crooned, "I think you look dashing. Besides, I didn’t make you wear the powdered wig, Louie," she smiled.

Jax walked over to where she stood. "No you didn’t, Marie, and it’s a good thing, because I definitely would have drawn the line there!" He pulled her to him and looked down into her cleavage. "You know, though," he smiled wickedly, "I DEFINITELY like your costume. And if I have to dress like this to be your "other half" this evening, then it’s worthwhile!"

Jo came over to tug on the end of Jax’s coat. "I don’t understand who you’re supposed to be, daddy," she said with a whine.

Jax stooped down to her level. "Well munchkin, Mommy is a famous queen named Marie Antoinette, and I’m supposed to be the king she was married to, Louie. They called him the "Sun King" because he had so many beautiful, fancy mirrors and so much glass in his palace." Jax looked up at Brenda and smiled. "Of course, the fact that I’m sure as the sun that I love your mother has nothing to do with it!"

Jo looked at both of her parents with understanding, but then she frowned at Brenda. "But mommy, where’s your other costume?"

Now it was Brenda’s turn to frown. "What other costume, sweetheart? This is my only costume."

"The maid costume. I heard Uncle Jerry say yesterday that when I go spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa J tonight, you’ll probably come home and put on your French maid costume for daddy!"

Brenda dissolved in giggles and Jax’s mouth dropped open. "Is THAT what Uncle Jerry said?" He looked at Brenda. "Apparently I have to have a talk with Uncle Jerry about how loudly he speaks when there might be little ears nearby!" He turned back to Jo. "No, munchkin. This is mommy’s only costume." Then his face sobered and he tried to change the subject delicately. "But are you SURE that this is the costume you want to wear, Jo?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely, daddy." She had on a blonde wig that was drawn up into two thick pigtails, and a knit long-sleeve top and knit jumper that barely covered her derriere. Her thick-soled tennis shoes matched the purple color of her jumper, and matching bows decorated her pigtails. "You know how much I LOVE Angelica on Rugrats, and it’s even perfect because Jaz can be my new little cousin!"

Jax stood up to frown at Brenda. "Yeah, well I’m not too thrilled about that one, either," he said in a low voice.

"Why, daddy?" Jo asked in a disappointed voice. "He’s in the new movie and everything!"

"Yes, Jo, but the name – why does he have to be named Dil Pickles?"

Brenda giggled. "Oh, I don’t know, honey – I think it kind of fits him, don’t you? And besides – neither he or Dil have any hair!"

Just then, they heard the front doorbell ring. "I’ll go get it!" Jo squealed, and was out the door of her parents’ room in a flash. Jax turned to Brenda, who was still putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

He came up behind her and put his arms around her. "Maybe I shouldn’t have told Jo that you didn’t have another costume. Any chance that Mademoiselle FiFi will be making an appearance later this evening?"

Brenda turned back to her husband with a sly smile. "Depends on how persuasive you can be, Mr. Jacks." As Jax began to trail his finger into the open neckline of her dress, Brenda pushed him towards the door of their bedroom. She was still laughing and had a becoming blush when they made their way down the stairs into the front hallway to meet their visitor.

A woman in a navy blue business suit was on her cell phone, which was attached by a curly telephone cord to her belt. "Hello, Jonathan? Sell immediately! Got that? Good. Now, send 47 million copies of that to the North Pole office by fax and have them send us confirmation of receipt. Got it? Good. Talk to you later." She smiled down at Jo. "How was that?"

"Perfect, Miss Angie. You sound just like Angelica’s mom." She gave Angie a serious look. "Now – just one more test. Who are my favorite TV characters?"

Angie put her hand to her chin and pretended to think hard. "Hmmmm….That would be….the dummy bears?"

Jo squealed, jumped up and clapped her hands. "Right! You are SO smart! You’ll be great as my mom!"

Jo turned and saw her parents descending the stairs. "Look, Miss Angie’s here and she’s dressed like Mrs. Charlotte Pickles – my mom!"

Angie walked over Jax with determination. "How ‘ya doin, Louie?" She smiled at Brenda, and then got a pained expression on her face. "Although, I suppose that I should have said LOUIS, because you KNOW how I HATE nicknames!" she said in a snooty voice. Brenda burst out in a raucous laugh, and Jax just shook his head.

"Now, ladies, I don’t know why you two insist on picking on poor Kimberly. Just because she doesn’t like being called by a nickname is no reason to give her a hard time." He looked at the clock. "Why don’t I go get Jaz so we can be on our way. If we don’t get there soon, the kids will have to go home before they’ve had any fun."

Brenda nodded and watched as her husband went in search of his son. She turned back to Angie. "So, I take it you’re not impressed with our new campaign director either?"

Angie folded her arms. "I think the person most impressed with Kimberly’s accomplishments is Kimberly. Other than rescuing you from that one reporter, she certainly hasn’t done anything yet to convince me that she’s such a genius."

Brenda sighed. "Well, you have to admit one thing. She’s certainly got two impressive…..I mean, her measurements are….I mean, she’s…well…."

Angie cast her a sideways glance. "Built like a brick sh*thouse?"

Brenda gave her a similar glance. "Couldn’t have said it better myself."

Angie nodded pensively. "I myself can’t figure out yet how she manages to stand up straight and not topple over. It defies gravity."

As Brenda nodded, Jax reappeared with the baby in a stroller. "Looks like we’re ready to go," he said cheerfully. Jaz was gurgling happily, dressed only in a white diaper and short blue crop top. His chubby belly showed between them and the blue of the shirt brought out the blue in his eyes. His feet were bare and he wiggled his toes in excitement. Angie came around to take the stroller from Jax.

"Here ‘ya go, your highness. You two look so gorgeous, you shouldn’t be pushing a baby stroller. Since I’m Charlotte Pickles, let me take that – after all, he’s MY nephew." She began to push the stroller out the door, but couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder at Jax. "Although, if he REALLY was in MY family, he would have a lot more hair!"

Jax sputtered, "ANGIE!" as she grabbed Jo’s hand and rushed out the door laughing. He sighed. "Shall we go, my dear?" He extended his arm to Brenda, who nodded regally, and the Jacks family left to go to the Cassidine castle for their annual Halloween party.

*~*~*~*

By the time they arrived at Spoon Island, it was alive with the sounds of happy children. Robin Scorpio Cassidine greeted Brenda at the door. "Good evening, Marie Antoinette! Remember to keep your head about you tonight!"

"Very funny, Dorothy," Brenda returned, giving Robin a big hug. "This place doesn’t exactly look like Kansas, either." The old mansion on Spoon Island had undergone a complete renovation since Robin and Nicholas moved in, and it had become a lot more bright and airy. But for tonight’s festivities, the decorators had returned it to its original dark, scary atmosphere.

Robin turned around and made a face. "I know. I’m just glad I don’t have to put up with this gloomy décor everyday anymore." She looked down at Jo. "Well, hello Angelica! I’m so glad you and Dil could make it to the party tonight!"

Jo grimaced at Robin. "Yeah, well he’s may be my cousin, but he’s a real pain." As the adults all stood speechless, Jo sauntered through the door and then looked up at them. "Lighten up, folks!" she grinned. "I’m just being Angelica, OK?" As they all began to laugh, Jo turned back to head for the main ballroom, with Angie pushing the stroller with Dil in it trailing behind her.

The Tin Man came up to stand by Dorothy. "Well, if it isn’t Marie Antoinette and her Sun King!" Nicholas shook hands with Jax. "Glad you could make it tonight, candidate Jacks. You might want to avoid the ballroom right now – candidate Morgan is working the room."

Jax made a face. "You mean she can’t forget about the campaign, even on Halloween?"

Nicholas shook his head. "Nope. Apparently she’s wooing the vote of the parent population of Port Charles tonight. Why don’t you two royals check in the sitting room for some refreshments before you confront Mrs. Morgan? I saw John and Jane and his mother in there not too long ago."

"Sounds like a plan," Jax said, and he took Brenda’s arm. They made their way cautiously through the dimly lit mansion, avoiding small children who were running through the hallways screeching in happiness. "This is really a wonderful thing Robin and Nicholas do every year," Jax said to Brenda. "I think she’s good for him – helps him loosen up a little."

Brenda nodded, but before she could answer, they both heard a man’s lusty singing voice. "Happy trails to you," he warbled. "…until we meet again."

Jax put his head down and sighed. "Good Lord, dad’s singing. He must have had too much of the punch already."

A large cowboy and cowgirl came up to the Jacks. "What’s that I heard about my singing? Are you insulting an American tradition like Roy Rogers?" John Jacks put his hands on Brenda’s shoulders. "Good evening, my dear. You look lovely tonight." Then he looked at Jax. "I might say the same for you, son. Love the shoes and the shirt."

"Don’t go there, dad," Jax warned in a grim voice, and they dissolved into laughter. "You look quite lovely in cowhide fringe, mum," Jax teased.

Jane Jacks spun around so that the fringe on her cowgirl costume swung out around her. "Do you like it? I’m kind of partial to the boots, myself. That way, if Jerry gets out of line, one good swift kick and he’s got the message." She looked at John. "I must say, though, I don’t think I like the mask for your father. It makes him look more like a bank robber than an American lawman." John lifted the mask he wore, which covered the top half of his face except for his eyes. His gray beard showed clearly, but the rest of his face was effectively hidden. "So, where are Jaz and Jo?"

"I think they’re in the ballroom with Angie. She’s a real saint for watching them tonight. And we can’t thank you enough for taking the children overnight so that Jax and I can have some quiet time to ourselves," Brenda replied with a twinkle in her eye.

At that remark, a policeman came up behind Brenda. "Well now, ma’am, I’m afraid I may have to place you under arrest for making lewd and lascivious comments in public." He dangled his handcuffs in Brenda’s face. "Although, I’m afraid I can’t put the cuffs on you since your husband, the king, has already requested them – seems he has plans for them later tonight!"

Jane blushed. "Oh, my – I think that’s our cue to go, Roy!" She grabbed John, who was protesting that things were just getting interesting, and dragged him in the direction of the ballroom.

Jax laughed and slapped the policeman on the back. "So, officer, where is your wife and what costume is she wearing? A burglar?"

Jerry pulled the mask off his face. "No, unfortunately Bobbie pulled a shift at the hospital tonight. Grandma brought Lucas and is keeping an eye on him so that he doesn’t eat too much of the candy. She and I "go together" tonight." He smiled. "But I won’t tell you what her costume is – this one you have to see for yourself."

Jax and Brenda were speculating on exactly what Grandma Josie’s costume might be when Jerry looked over towards the door and then leaned in close to Jax. "Uh-oh, trouble ahead. Know-it-all political expert approaching, and she doesn’t look happy!" As they all turned toward the doorway, Brenda saw Kimberly coming over to them, and her face indeed looked like a thundercloud.

She came up to the threesome and grabbed Jax by the arm, still smiling. Her mouth, however, was in a grim line. Jerry leaned in so that only Brenda could hear him. "Do you think that the steam will come out of her ears, or in her case, out of her boobs?"

Brenda had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter, but Kimberly was too busy lighting into Jax. "Tell me, Jasper, are you really that naïve or was it your INTENTION to commit political suicide tonight?"

Jax looked surprised. "Excuse me?"

Jerry didn’t help. "Happy Halloween, Kim-bah-ly!!" he said, drawing out her name.

She fumed and crossed her arms, which Brenda was surprised to see she could accomplish. Jax gave Jerry a dirty look, but then turned to Kimberly. "I’m sorry, Kimberly, but I really don’t see how dressing up for the holiday and having a little fun with my children can ruin my chances for winning the election."

She gave him a look that Brenda thought only Harlan gave her when she was incredibly dense. "Jasper," Kimberly drawled slowly, "I am certainly not against you dressing up and having fun with your family." She smiled at Brenda condescendingly. "After all, conveying a good family image is important to conducting a successful campaign." Then she cast a glance over at Carly, who had just entered the room with baby Michael on her arm. "But obviously even Mrs. Morgan knows what an appropriate costume is, and you don’t!"

Jax looked down at his outfit, suddenly growing pale. "What’s the matter – is something showing that shouldn’t be?"

"Yes – YOUR FACE!" Kimberly hissed. "For goodness’ sake, Jasper – don’t you understand? You are dressed up as a tyrant – an absolute monarch whom his subjects voted to behead for his crimes against them! You are a dictator!"

Brenda took a deep breath. "Kimberly, are you trying to tell us that you think that just because Jax is dressed as a …." She glanced at him. "….less than benevolent king, people will think that’s what he’s like in REAL LIFE?"

Kimberly shook her head at Brenda’s statement. "Brenda, Brenda," she said, "you obviously don’t realize how important public image is in politics these days." She looked back at Jax. "You should have consulted me before picking your costume tonight, Jasper. We could have selected something more appropriate – maybe like George Washington."

"And have Brenda dressed like some old frump named Martha, just to please potential voters? I don’t think so, Kimberly," Jax said firmly. "Let’s get this straight. I haven’t consulted with ANYONE on my clothing selections since I was ten years old, and I don’t intend to start now!" Kimberly looked a little taken aback at his words, and Brenda silently gave her husband a cheer. He glanced over at Carly. "Besides, I don’t see anything so terrific about what Carly’s wearing. She just looks like a businesswoman to me. Who’s she supposed to be?"

Carly was working a group of people on the other side of the room. She had on a navy suit and a red, white and blue scarf was tied stylishly around her neck. When she turned, Brenda could see that it was held in place with a pin in the shape of an American flag. "Mrs. Morgan had the good sense to dress as the first woman president this evening," Kimberly hissed. She looked back towards the door. "Well, I suppose it’s lucky that I got here when I did. Perhaps we can salvage at least a PART of this evening. I have some photographers outside and I’ve prepared a press release that will try to put some kind of positive spin on your outfit." Kimberly grimaced at it once more, but fortunately Angie, Jo and Jaz made their appearance to change the subject.

"Mommy, Daddy! Do you want to see all the neat candy I got?" Jo said happily. Then she remembered her character for the night. "And I’m gonna eat it whether you like it or not!"

Brenda smiled down at her daughter. "That’s wonderful, darling, but I think it’s just about time for you to be leaving with Grandma and Grandpa for the evening. It’s getting to be almost bedtime for you."

Jo put on a pout, but Angie crouched down next to her. "That’s OK, Joey. I’ll be leaving with you and Jaz, too. I’m pretty tired out by all of this partying." She smirked. "And besides, that Jonathan has everything all messed up at my office and I have to set him straight." As Brenda protested that she didn’t have to leave the party this early, Angie straightened back up. "It’s really OK, Brenda. It’s just as well that I turn in early. I wanted to get into the office early tomorrow since there’s a lot of filing backed up. Handling all of those calls from the press really cuts into your day, and if I get there early, I can get some of the filing caught up before the Jacks brothers arrive and make my life miserable again."

Brenda smiled at Angie, but they were interrupted by Kimberly’s breathy voice. "Well, I never have problems with filing at MY office."

Angie grimaced to Brenda, and then smiled a weak smile at Kimberly. "When did SHE get here?" she whispered to Brenda. Then she looked over at the simpering blonde. "Well, Happy Halloween, Kimberly. Nice to see you again." She leaned in to Brenda again. "I guess she’s dressed as a brick …" Brenda gave Angie a panicked look and glanced down at Jo pointedly. "….outhouse tonight," Angie finished carefully.

Kimberly was so busy sidling up to Jax that she hadn’t heard any of the exchange between Angie and Brenda. "Happy Halloween to you, too, Angela. As I said, filing was never a problem in my office with the filing fairy around."

Angie looked as though she had swallowed a live fish. "The what?"

Kimberly looked shocked. "The filing fairy. Haven’t you ever heard of her? She comes in and does the filing after you’ve gone so that everything is all perfect the next morning. Just like the plant fairy comes to my house and waters my plants when I’m gone and the dish fairy comes and takes care of all of those nasty dirty dishes that are stacked up in the sink. I come home and ….Poof!…they’re all clean and put away."

Angie leaned over to Brenda. "She’s been smokin’ something in that outhouse, hasn’t she?" At that point, John and Jane Jacks saved the day by appearing and announcing that they were ready to take Jo and Jaz home with them. "Too much partying for you, cowboy John?" Angie teased.

"That’s Roy to you, young lady," John smirked back. He looked down at Jo. "Now, Miss Angelica, why don’t we get going so I can read you and Jaz a really good bedtime story before you have to turn in for the night?"

Jane patted Brenda on the arm. "Don’t worry dear. I’ll make sure it isn’t anything too scary." She watched as Kimberly pulled Jax aside suddenly to meet some important people that had entered the room. She nodded her head in Kimberly’s direction. "Now THAT’S scary."

Brenda nodded. "I know. Have you met our new political director?"

Jane sighed. "I remember her from the old neighborhood, dear. Her parents were lovely, but Kimberly, well….she always did have an enormous crush on Jax, ever since she was a little girl. Her mother told me one day in confidence that she really didn’t think Kimberly was that interested in politics. She only went to Penn State and majored in it because that’s where Jax was."

Brenda gritted her teeth as Jane left her with that bit of information to digest. Just then, a woman’s loud voice was heard coming down the hallway. "Burt! Burt! Where are you, Burt? I can’t hold court unless you call it to order!" A woman dressed in a flowing black robe and a white lace collar came rushing into the room, turned to look at Brenda, and then rushed over to hug her.

"Honey buns! Where have you and Jasper been all evening? I saw Jo and the baby, but I haven’t seen the two of you!" Josie exclaimed. Brenda was laughing so hard at Josie’s disguise that she couldn’t speak. "How do ‘ya like my get-up?" Josie asked with a grin. "Everybody better look out – Judge Judy is IN the HOUSE!"

Jax and Kimberly returned to re-join Brenda when they heard her Josie’s voice. "Grandma!" Jax exclaimed. "You look awesome tonight!" He glanced down at Kimberly, who was actually sliding back so that she couldn’t be seen next to him. He pulled her forward by the arm. "Grandma, you remember Kimberly Forsythe, don’t you? Her parents, Virginia and Robert Forsythe, used to live next door to you and Grandpa in D.C."

Josie’s eyes narrowed, and then as Jax pulled Kimberly towards her, Josie grabbed her by the arms. "Well, I’ll be Hoovered! If it isn’t little Kimmy Forsythe!" Josie looked at Jax. "She’s the new hotshot political advisor you hired to help you win the election, right?"

Kimberly smiled grimly. "That’s right, Mrs. Jacks. I’m going to make sure that Jasper here is our new representative." She leaned in close to Josie. "And it’s Kimberly, Mrs. Jacks. I prefer Kimberly."

Josie was pumping her hand enthusiastically. "Well, Kimmy, anything you can do to get my grandson here elected is OK with me. In fact, I’ve got some super ideas for some slogans that we can put on bumper stickers. Wanna hear ‘em?"

As they were walking over to another corner of the room, Brenda almost laughed out loud. Josie’s voice boomed, "Hell’s bells, Kimmy, I’ll just never forget when your grandma Ginny told me about that time you were all set to go to the prom and then you got this great big zit right on the end of your nose. She said you were sooo embarrassed…."

Jax put his arm around Brenda’s waist. "Grandma doesn’t exactly let anyone stay on a pedestal, does she?"

"Particularly not when they have feet of clay," Brenda responded with a smile. "But let’s not talk about Kimberly any more tonight. Why don’t we go get some refreshments, your highness?"

"Lead the way, your highness," Jax answered, a twinkle in his eye. As they turned to make their way to the ballroom, they were surprised to see Roy Rogers standing in their pathway, smiling at them again.

"Dad, what’s the matter? Did you forget something?" Jax said to John Jacks. Jax’s face sobered dramatically. "Oh, no…you’re not gonna sing again for us, are you?" As Jax and Brenda both laughed, the cowboy just smiled and shook his head "no." A crowd was starting to gather as they were standing in the doorway leading to the hall. "Well, then, what is it…did you forget something?" Jax asked his father, who was unusually quiet now.

The masked cowboy shook his head in the affirmative. Then, to their surprise, the cowboy pulled out both of his pistols, aimed at Jax and Brenda, and shot them with streams of water. Brenda squealed as the water hit her open neckline and began to run down into her dress. The cowboy aimed a little lower and then shot water at their waistlines.

"Bloody hell, dad! That’s enough!" Jax laughed, looking down at his soaked ruffled shirt and waistcoat. But when Jax looked back up again, the cowboy had disappeared.

"Jax, I’m soaked!" Brenda giggled. She leaned in close to him. "Do you think this was your father’s way of getting us to leave early so that we can enjoy our privacy?"

"If it was, he’s a lot smarter than I ever gave him credit for!" Jax exclaimed. "I’ll bet it was mum’s idea." He glanced down at Brenda. "Maybe we’d better make our excuses to Robin and Nicholas and leave. I don’t want that water to leave a stain on your dress." He whispered in her ear. "And I think that a nice, long hot bath together is just what both of us need to take away the chill from dad’s surprise!"

*~*~*~*

Two hours later, Jax and Brenda descended the staircase in their home, kissing on every other step. "All warm now, Mrs. Jacks?" he asked, pulling her into his embrace at the bottom of the stairs.

"Nice and toasty," she replied with a smile. "You certainly know how to take away a chill, Mr. Jacks." She craned her neck to the side as Jax began to nibble on a sensitive spot there and push the collar of her satin robe to the side. She placed her delicate hands on his broad chest, pushing aside the lapels of his dressing gown to caress his broad naked chest. When he pulled back from kissing her neck, she gave him a satisfied smile. "I think I forgot why we left the bedroom!"

"I wanted to come down and see if there was any champagne and strawberries in the refrigerator," Jax answered, tracing his finger down the length of her nose, "and I seem to recall that you didn’t want to be alone that long so you volunteered to accompany me."

"Ahh, yes, that was it," Brenda replied. "Well, why don’t you check out the provisions in the kitchen and I’ll make sure all the lights down here are turned out for the night." Jax nodded, and after giving her one more long French kiss, he left her standing in the front hallway.

Brenda went to the left and turned out the living room lights and was about to head back for the stairs when she saw it. There was a solitary white envelope laying on the marble floor in the entryway, as though somebody had shoved it under the front door. Brenda turned to call to Jax, but then shrugged her shoulders and went to pick it up. She turned it over to examine it – there was no return address, and no address on the front of the envelope, for that matter. She turned it over again and found it hadn’t been sealed. Shrugging her shoulders, she took out the single piece of paper inside and began to read.

A magnum of champagne in his hand, Jax returned from the kitchen saying, "Well, I found this but there were no strawb…" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Brenda. She was standing there, holding the letter in one shaking hand, tears coursing down her cheeks. He immediately rushed to take her in his arms. "Sweetie, what’s the matter?"

Brenda took a deep breath. "I found this – it was laying on the floor here in the hallway. Somebody must have slipped it under the front door." She gave Jax the single sheet contained inside, her hand trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. Jax’s eyes widened as he read the note, made of letters cut from a magazine:

THIS TIME IT WAS WATER

NEXT TIME IT WILL BE BULLETS.

I GOT YOU ONCE

I’LL GET YOU AGAIN.

To be continued…..

Author’s note: YES, I DID have that conversation with the real Kimberly about the "filing fairy" and "dish fairy" one very slow afternoon over 12 years ago when we were both sick of typing and looking for something else to keep us busy. Somehow, though – I ended up doing both my filing and HERS.