Dogmama, I gotta get that book. And get it tatooed all over my body.
I henceforth swear off women's mags. Unless they start putting out Mode again. Can I still read Oprah in the bubblebath? The New Yorker makes the bubbles go flat.

Regarding stone vs. pounds, the stones in my yard vary from massive boulders down to the lemon-sized tiller-breakers, so I can claim any number from 180 to 1/18th. Throw in the variations from the phases of the moon and appearance of crop circles and ..... um, maybe it's time for me to go to bed. I'm getting weird even for me.

g'night, dear unseen friends.