And after editing...

Actually, I'm at four but the kids are going to bed in 15 minutes and almost done with page five. Damnit. These fourteen pages are going to be harder than I thought... sigh... but what the hell. What else have I got to do on a Saturday night, with a methodist minister for a nanny, a wife full of rage overseas - and a girlfriend in Los Angeles whose exclusive loveline to me, is to talk to me when she does her household chores? I got the laundry, the dishes. Whee. But thats neither here nor there. I don't get to play until I get a divorce, or a wife, or a girlfriend. No grey areas for this southern man.

Now give me five!