Ok, Dana, you can have the arrows! I don't want two savage Yorkies, acting like a couple of sewing machines on my little skinny legs, or a wild Yooper Woman from the Great White North, blasting away, with a shotgun, as I am trying to run in the snow, with just my tenner shoes for traction. So have you shot them yet? The arrows, not the Yorkies. Or you just sitting there petting them? The arrows, not the Yorkies. So what does the Wife have to say, about you get'n gifts from anutter woman eh? Better tell her, dat you had her ship dem to you so dat ya could send dem to me, fer a Chrismus gift, and so den maybe you should get busy and get dem in da mail hey?
Wayne