who dragged me, kicking and screaming, onto innumerable llamas . . .

who force-fed me drugs that only a Peyote-starved Wild-Eyed Medicine Man should know of . . .

Who sent me Macaws for Christmas and Chocolate frogs for Springfest . . .

who insisted that I play tons of games in Mesoamerica when I didn't know how to get past the Rock of Gibralter, and take iinnumerable quizzes about the gods of the Aztecs that made me realize that I'm a rampant ignoramus who has no right to darken the doors of AncientWorlds . . .

Who NEVER gets angry, NEVER seems tired, NEVER misses a deadline, and ALWAYS is there for me . . .

Well, I guess I've learned a ton about The Americas in spite of it all! *HUGS*