P.S - In talking to my parents on the phone last night, I got my mother to start saying "fuck off, I'm fabulous" which only proves to me that the fabulosity is genetic because she decided that she loves that phrase as much as I do. And the fact that she said it while sipping a margarita only takes her to another level of coolness, n'est-ce pas? Now, my father may not appreciate her saying that to him, but oh well, c'est la vie - that's the way the fabulous cookies crumble! Anyway, he's fab in his own Chuckie way :-)