I woke up this morning to...

Men scrapping paint off the garage. Seriously? How about my house?

That would be a no.

The one thing I don't like is my landlord didn't call me and tell me that men would be here...banging.

Fond memories of Vance banging on the door...windows and climbing over the fence and breaking in the house.

Erase me from hell...PLEASE.

I know very upstanding men that I can count on one hand.

I can't even complete the five. My brother, Robert, Jeff and Bryan.

At least I know four.