I was 30 years old and finally had gotten to the point of being extremely passable. I always had a baby face and could pass for a much, much younger ...erson. I had taken the day to prepare myself fully: I had used a mild depilatory cream to remove any and all hair from my neck to my toes. I plucked my eyebrows to create a sexy “bow” to them. I took a bath and cleansed my silky smooth body to make sure I was squeaky clean everywhere. I shaved so close that I could take the slightest, most. ”“You idiot!” hissed Bunny, suddenly angry beyond anything she could control. “You were supposed to pop her cherry! Not ... not ... not ... that’s supposed to be for me!” she ended up wailing.“But you’re not on the pill either!” whined Jack.“I don’t mind having your baby, you idiot!” she snapped. “I’m going to marry you and have four or five of your babies!”“You are?” He sounded confused. He was pretty sure he hadn’t asked her to marry him on this trip. Not that he found the idea abhorrent or. . sticking close enough to holler if I need it.Today I went south over the hill to the next valley. There's never been gold mining in that one so I meandered up the valley floor.I looked around a lot. Archaeologists suffer from the "grazing cow syndrome." We look at our feet and swing our heads side to side like cows looking for a delightful bit of grass, but we're really looking for evidence of prior occupation in the form of cultural material. It doesn't have to be artifactual debris, it can. ''Oh! Okay. How about London.' She stated quickly. 'I've always wanted to see one of those big West End shows.''Okay, London it is. Any particular show?'Kate thought for a few minutes. 'Cats.''I'm not sure if that is still running but I'll check it out.''Cool.''Sorry Cats doesn't appear to be on, ' I told my daughter half an hour later.I showed her a quick list of what was on and we settled on 'Mamma Mia' on the Saturday evening. On Sunday evening I knew what I wanted to see and was pretty.