Right you are, tis TwelveTide Eighth Day. As in "Eight Maids a Milking." Little giftees of cheese and milk chocolate today. To go with travel south of the border yesterday for New Year's tamales. Rough being an American mutt, eh? So many different excuses to party hearty [heh heh heh.] Much prefer the southwestern tradition of tamales over the southeastern tradition of turnip greens on New Year's for luck. [confesses to not liking turnip greens, blech.]