eyeofthestorm!!!!
You just used "you're" correctly.  You know the difference between your and you're.  I am willing to bet that you also know when and where to use there and their.  Not to mention where, were and wear and to, too and two.  By internet standards, that makes you pretty awesome, too.  It warms the cockles of this old British heart to know that there is at least one American out there who is making an effort to learn English.

BobDFL.
what does DFL stand for.  Designed for loving?
Put not your trust in spell check.  (I think that's in Ecclesiastes somewhere.  Read it through a few times.  You'll find it.)

I wrote an ode to spell check.  Here it is.  You read it here first, folks.

Try two guess just what eye yam.
 Eye live in your pea sea.
 I try to putt two rites four ewe,
 Mist steaks ewe may knot sea.
 If ewe just weight a little wile,
 Eye will correct you're slips.
 And make your spelling perfect
 With mist steaks eye come to grips.
 So do knot worry any moor.
 Just run your words threw me,
 And awl your errors will be gone.
 Ewe can deep end on me.
June.

"proff read the email before sending it. "
Perhaps if you stopped hitting yourself on the head with a hammer, your "proff" reading  would improff.

Seriously though, I think that we all forget the importance of body language in communication.  A phrase such as "I could kill you for that" can have a hundred shades of meaning when delivered face to face.  When delivered on line it is hard to interpret it as anything less than a threat.

Perhaps we need more LOL type codes.
SBIAASOIAMIRSBTWAPOS;- (Sorry,but I am a self opinionated idiot and my ravings should be taken with a pinch of salt),  would be a good place to start.
How about GCBHRFAOTROEOTT?:-(God cannot be held responsible for any of the religious opinions expressed on this thread.)

Have I insulted enough people?  Hug Hug; raised eyebrow; crooked grin.
June.

If my crops are magically protected from bugs, then all of my bugs will starve and a lot of my crops will not be pollinated and so will not yield fruit.  End of tithing questions.
When you hear the voice of God making promises that are too good to be true, check carefully.  The voice you are hearing may be that other fellow.
June.

We have a basic confusion of terms here.  He had an option to buy.  He exercised that option.  Perfectly legal and well within the law.
The problem is that many laws are written by rich, white males who are working hard to benefit their own ends and the ends of other rich, white males. 
You are looking at legal and you expect to find honest, honourable, or even kind.
Unfortunately it is all too easy to obey the law, grow rich and stay out of jail, while performing deeds that would make Satan hang his head in shame.
June.

South? Boatguy is. north!

Boatguy's philosophies are restricted by neither compass points nor galaxies.
June.

Good, aged parmesan cheese smells like vomit.
Let a group of blindfolded people smell a bag of cheese, tell them it is cheese and they will say
"Yum Yum." 
Give the same group the same bags and tell them it is vomit and most of them will gag.
June.

Oh dear.  Can't post.  Can't cut.  Can't edit. Can't delete. Can't paste.
Should I fold my tent, put my tail between my legs and steal silently into the night?

Try Lady Bugs, Doodle.  Nature sent some formidable enemies, but she also provides us with effective and earth friendly allies.
June.

Doodle;
Before you do the George Bush thing with the bombs that will cause more misery and destruction than the original problem, why not work with Mother Nature instead of against her.  Every time she produces a potential problem she also produces a potential solution, in this case L

Hi Jake;
Sorry to hear that you are leaving.
I guess that I will be leaving, too.
I had an event in my life so shattering that I cannot describe or explain it.
My youngest child, my beloved daughter, committed suicide.  I, the person entrusted with her care and happiness, did not notice that she was unhappy. 
I could not bring myself to visit the forum and post as though nothing had happened, but I neither was I ready to discuss my sorrow and so I stayed away.  Probably the wrong thing to do.  My dear grand daughter-in-law has been checking in and keeping me posted.  I found comfort in that.  Thankyou all.
But now I have been removed as a strawboss.  A decision that was made for good reasons I'm sure and I respect it.
Even though I am no longer welcome,  I would still like to stay in touch with certain people.  Please, pm me with your email addresses, so that I may hang on to some friendships that have come to mean a lot to me.
June.

I drive a stick shift.  I had an automatic once for about a year, but I had to trade it in. Kept putting my foot through the windshield.  (looking for the clutch!!!!)
June.

Hey, Boatguy.  What about revving the engine when you're at a stop light?  Does that make the light turn green faster?  That's got to save fuel, right?  I'm not sure, but I think racing the motor also makes the traffic ahead of you disappear, too.
June. 

I thought the bigger the tire the better the m.p.g.  One revolution of a larger tire takes you farther than a revolution of a small tire, doesn't it?
You can improve mileage if you just stop the "speeding up so you can brake" habit.
June.

With time urine converts to ammonia which serves to remove the lanolin and other oils from the fleece and facilitates the felting process.  I don't know the exact chemical reasons for this and I don't need to know for it to work.  It worked for centuries while "chemists" were busy converting lead into gold and performing other useful experiments.
During the industrial revolution urine was in such demand that people would save it and it would be collected to be sold to tanners and weavers.  For some reason the urine produced by the city of Manchester was considered the best in the world and commanded premium prices.
For some people, the sick or the aged, selling urine was their only source of income.  Thus the expression "piss poor".  Some people lacked even the means to collect and store the urine for sale.  These poor souls "didn't have a pot to pee in".
Urine was also used by the makers of quality tweeds as a mordant to set the dyes.  The House of Lords was a place where a lot of people who could afford good tweed were gathered together.  They do say, that in rainy weather, the smell of urine in the upper chamber was enough to make a strong man's eyes water.  Oh!!  Those were the good old days.
The dark blue fabric used for police uniforms also employed urine as a mordant.  This was a great boon to the criminal classes as "you could smell a copper a mile away".
I have made felt, using urine, and if the fabric is well rinsed, there is no residual odor.
I don't think that the Victorians spent as much time on the rinsing process as I did.
June

If you have fleece, but lack the skills and ambition to spin and weave, then felting is a great alternative.  It takes no skill and is less labour intensive than spinning and the resulting fabric is useful for hats and slippers.  It can also be used to sew warm vests, but I have found it to be too stiff for clothing that involved sleeves and such.
The only skill you need is the ability to jump around on the wet fleece in bare feet, so it is a warm weather activity.  The fleece can be coloured with natural dyes or you can use the commercial dye that is sold in supermarkets. 
It is a good activity for the younger set, and with a little help they can even make their own hats and things.
If you want to go the natural route, you will have to save urine for a week or so, but I'm sure that other products are available for the people that can't handle the "yuck" factor.
June

You don't need advice, Longbskt.
The fact that you put the word free in quotation marks in your title is indication enough that you expect that it will end up costing you.  LOL.
You say that this lady hemmed your husband's robes at no charge.  If she expects something in return, then it was just another barter and she should have made that plain up front.
Be advised that if you support this lady's event, you will be laying the foundation for supporting the pet projects of every member of the congregation.
(Well, she hired a sitter so that she could go to Miss Door County, but I guess the church scrabble team making it to the semi-finals just isn't that important.)
Just say no.  Where did I hear that phrase before?
No need to make excuses and for heaven's sake, don't lie. "Sorry, but the kids have bubonic plague"  will return to bite you later.
For some reason the church feels that if they hire someone they have also laid claim to his/her immediate family.  If a man takes a job with General Motors, the board of directors do not feel that his wife should put in a few hours a week on the assembly line.
There will be enough occasions when your husband will need a dinner partner, or a dance partner, or just moral support.
Any time that you and your husband can devote to just the two of you and your marriage, should be protected from job, congregation and even children.
Don't feel obligated.  Don't feel guilty.  Just smile and say "No".
June.