I would like to say that is an old indian saying (it very well may be, only I do not remember hearing it from an old indian). It is the phrase that came to mind as I spend a rare day off (in other words, I am still working very hard and doing stuff, but I wont see the hours on a pay-stub). As I age it all becomes clear to me (even clearer after a dose of visine in each eye). The toothless hound survives by learning new tactics for dealing with life's necessities. Instead of getting all snarly and scarey, he without fang must turn to displays of affection and unbearable cuteness to earn sustinance and a warm place to sleep.

Based upon this flash of insight, I anticipate Osama bin Laden will come out with a fun line of valentine day cards. Beware! The licking begins!

This cryptic message is a memnomic device for my personal diary. To pull back the curtain abit, it refers to my recent month long contest with my bank over certain missed occaisions for getting their job done in a timely and pleasant manner.