 I didn't say they were yours. Well, they were mine, dammit. I have feet and they make prints. What do you want me to do, climb across the cabinets? No, I want you to walk on the floor. Oh, I appreciate that. I really do. I'm just trying to keep the place livable. I didn't realize that I irritated you so much. I just feel I should have the right to decide when my bathtub needs a going over with Dutch cleanser. It's the democratic way. I was wondering how long it would take.