I'm surprised Irwin let me know the mailman had delivered the mail so that I could trudge out to retreive it. I see here on last month's statement that someone has been using my charge card again for his advertising stunts, and a few other little 'extras.' It's not enough that I still feed him, house him, and keep his 'uniform' clean and in good repair, obviously Mr. Wingman has a few bats in his bellfrey thinking I am also his personal ATM machine. Don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but he has got to realize the whole world does not revolve around him. It's bad enough that mine does. Oh God, that puts me in the same group as little Baldie. Oh crap is right.