Because of IE, even picking a template and sticking to it didn’t work. BUT! The frustration-factor actually kicked in some recessive-sympathy gene in the husband, and he said “Fine. Get that lady to do it. I’ll pay for it if it will make you stop screaming.”
YAY! *tosses confetti*
Now, to keep fingers crossed that That Lady and her fabulous team have an opening. If not, there are others, but…
I am officially a writer of erotic romance again, no longer a writer of bizarre letter, number and question combinations that mean different things to different browsers.