My name is Ardith, and I'm a Survivor. Since June '07. I survived a Shelter Dinner. Pots of boiling chicken. Pan after pan of oven roasted spuds. Salads. More pots of boiling chicken. What that girl can do to a persons kitchen has to be experienced to be believed. Makes grown men cry, and roll up their sleeves to help clean up. I survived Hurricane Renee's Sweet Tea. Only because I didn't drink any. That stuff would have had me walking on the ceiling. I made one pot of Sweet Tea. Nope, not Sweet enough. Needed 5 more pounds of sugar. It did NOT score well on the glycemic index. I also survived riding with the Hurricane in her Explorer. Those that sat on, uh.... with me know what I mean. [Posted in FML 5823]