my son, the one with the limp, trimmed his grungy flip flops. my daughter, the one with three fingers missing, trimmed her nails, she was running away so fast i couldn't catch any toes. my son, the artist, is blind in one eye--don't ask! my dh will be out of jail in 5-10 if he signs the pledge and never transplants another tree. ah, the wonders of a good lawyer who quilts, and a judge who sews! i was awarded total custody of the good shears for life.