And I thought, my goodness Mike, what have you and your biceps done to that mean evil queenie we all know and love. Where has he gone too? Have the kids really taken off all the edges we know and tolerate (love would be a little strong in this context).
Then, paging through the scrapbook, the answer roars back at me. No. My queenie is still there under all that product (really, it wouldn't kill you to cut back to 2 cans of gel a day!). Here is...
