Well the postal department didn't hand deliver my chiles on Friday because my guard dog apparently ran them away from the door. I sent Reds sister down to the post office first thing this morning to pick up my precious package. (Red was still sawin logs... snorin like a moose) When she got to the house it was looking pretty scary. Was wondering if the box had fallen off the truck a couple of times trying to make its way to my home. Things looked pretty bad... Ron Man was a little worried about shipping these things all the way across America. Red's sister and I (Red was still in bed... she needs her beauty sleep) cut open the tape holding the peppers in the box. Much to our delight and despite the obvious pepper juice stain in the bottom of the box.... the peppers were in excellent condition. Reds sister was thrilled with the peppers. As hard as Red is to actually make happy, I'm sure that these peppers will pull a smile from that hardened unhappy mug of hers. Thanks again Ron Man. For those of you who haven't experienced the friendship of Ron Man...... your missin out........ and I'm not talkin the peppers.