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>>I don't have that luxury. Usually, when I finally figure out what the problem was, it's "whack" < sound of the butt of my palm hitting my forehead (actually it sounds more like the heel of my palm hitting a watermelon, but that's another story) > followed by, "How could I be soooo stupid." A good day, therefore is one where I don't go home with an imprint of the heel on my forehead.:-)
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>You must get a lot of headaches!

ROFL! No, that's my wife.:-)