I am off to do some deep sea fishing with my F-I-L and my B-I-L. I am going to be surrounded by testoterone. By the time I get home I will be cursing, chugging beer, and looking for my dinner. Or not. I just hope I come home with a fish. And that I don't embarrass myself by squealing like a girl when I attempt to unhook said fish. I hear barracuda have lots of teeth. Yikes. Wish me luck!