@wandeljw,
I just managed to make my escape within the last 24 hours, and my hands are still a little shaky.
I don't know how long it'll take for the magic marker to wear off my face.
Suffice it to say, Wally and I are no more.
I spent the last few weeks with that ratzenhofer freak, frying eggs, being the only contestant in wet apron contests, and being told "Wally knows you're with me, and he doesn't care. He knows how the washing machine works and will never run out of fresh underwear."
I'm a changed woman. I've looked into the abyss and been poked from behind by a pitchfork.