Oh, now Ray, ya can't go and open up THAT kind o' chaos by letting me assume the position of Jack's pants....
that's breaking the rules! Now....the pants and I can get together....once in awhal...out in the middle o' nowhere....but....
If you change the rules now, we'll be casting for the parts of every cigarette, whiskey bottle, sock, warshrag (ooo..), toothbrush, jammie bottoms, saddle, body of water under the cliff-jump, and the danged saliva string!
Gotta draw the line somewhere, and I think Barb gets in under the wire, being a living critter and all. (Of course, I've been spending long hours rehearsing for the role of Jack's pants....clinging just so.... sliding down after a quick left-handed unbuckle..... yep, I think I almost have it right.....but I'd better keep practicing, and scrutinizing the REAL pants.... just to make sure.)
Melinda/Pants
PS. PM for ya, Ray-- (and David, if you're Ennis' zipper, I think we can work well together, pants-wise!)