I got a message on my answering machine today from Eric. �Hey, blah, blah, this is Eric, blah, blah, call me about the money, blah.� So I call him and get the directions to his house. I get half way there and I realize I don�t have a whole lot of gas and I wrote the directions wrong. �Did he say New Berry or Sherry?� Well I�m driving and I realize I have to pee. Really bad!!! Then I call Benny and he doesn�t like the idea of me going anywhere alone. So I go back to the apartment and Benny drives me to Eric�s in his new Grand Prix. All the way over there he�s talking about how luxurious and spacious it is, and how it doesn�t have a single scratch, blah, blah, blah. Finally we get there and I see a path leading to the door. So of course I try to go up it. This is where I become Grace. I�m slipping and sliding and manage to take to steps. I see Eric in the window, so I wave and try to take two more. A branch from the tree along the path knocks my hat off and I scramble to pick it up. I look like Bambie on the frozen pond. Eric sticks his head out and says �There are stairs over there,� as he points in the direction of the garage. Can you say �dumb ass�? I then slowly take the stairs and finally make it to the door. I excuse myself for being late and give the whole �Grace� line. He apologizes for his messy house, which by the way looked spotless compared to my apartment, and lets me in. I then dig through my purse, looking for the envelope of money in it. �It�s almost impossible to find sh�(that�s when his daughter walks over) stuff anywhere in this thing.� That�s right, I almost cussed in front of an adorable little girl. I was so embarrassed. I made a half ass receipt stating that Eric received the $ and had him sign it and date it. I�m sure that didn�t make him very comfortable. I then say good-bye and try to make my way down the stairs. I slip and land on my ass. Which by the way isn�t something new. Ask Smurf, he knows all about my hidden talent concerning slick ice and my ass. Actually so do Lane and BJ. Ok, so I�m not Nancy Karrigan. Tell me something I didn�t know and could probably spell. So any way, I managed to make a very memorable impression on Mr. Eric. * sigh * Some people have all of the luck, and people like me don�t.