Holy shit, does she have a sister?I'm married to Pam Poovey. God help me. She put me in an arm bar the other day when I grabbed a hot cookie just out of the oven, then she ate it front of me. She insisted on running my chainsaw mill, and did a better job than I ever could. She's away on business in Portland now but of course she called to talk dirty so I would stay awake all night.