Hmm, I thought I already knew your height...and the strange thing is, I was wondering about it yesterday when I was in Ottawa (I don't remember why...I think it was when I was looking at clothes.) I knew you were short (you can tell from photos, or at least I always had the impression you were notably shorter than I am) but I thought five four or five three. (Basically anyone more than one or two inches shorter than me is short, in my books.)

Five one is really itty bitty, though. :D That means you're probably small enough for me to cart you around like a kid. That tickles my funny bone, for some reason. I carried a girl in junior high around like that, once, when she was looking for attention by pretending she'd twisted her ankle (I knew she was pretending but I carried her anyway...all the way from the far outfield into the school cafeteria. Yeah. Told you, I was a freakishly strong kid! She only weighed about a hundred pounds but I was only 13, so...)

*suddenly has a weird desire to see if she can carry Meri* Piggy backs are no challenge...it has to be bridal-style :)