(... name that song!) Anyway, it's true. I had one of the funniest dreams of my adult life. I was at Skot & his wife's place. Skot was in the dining room area sitting in an armchair reading the paper (like a curmudgeonly grandpa, which he is, really) and "the wife" (his term, not mine) was flitting around the living room playing hostess. Dusty, Val and I were sitting on 3 folding chairs lined up in a row across from the couch, and we could only just see one half of Skot in the other room. I don't remember the conversation we were having, but I responded to something by telling Dusty not to be pussy, or something like that. All of the sudden, the wife froze and looked distressed and glanced over at Skot. He rattled the paper and peered out from behind it, and just looked over at me. Like Skot would. Part mean, part "you are such a moron." Then the wife said, very politely but awkwardly, "Skot and I don't use words like that in our home."