Update
News flash:
The "friend/co-worker" I mentioned in my early January post has a name. His name is "Le Petite Prince," or just PRINCE for short. You can also call him THE QUAKER. His wife goes by GRANDMA DEATH or ROBERTA SPARROW.
Oh, and I didn't "throw up in my mouth." I just gagged and ran out of the room, screaming like a six-year-old. I'll be a good labor coach.

Does The Quaker sell oats, perhaps?