Well, I had a nice weekend with Beth. It was just like old times. We got together, talked, laughed, watched movies, and ate a lot. After a breakfast at Faye's I thought they might have to grease me up to get me out the front door. But hey, Beth's birthday only comes once a year. Beth and I always come up with interesting things to talk about (like the time we envisioned a Bob Dylan fantasy camp) and this time was no different. Over breakfast we pondered what would happen if the "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" troop made over people we knew. Which led us to wonder: How would the "Fab Five" handle taxidermy?