Then after the wagon broke the horses ran away and now I am stuck in this lonely land called Pat. In the land of Pat, the roads are a maze and always take me back to where I started. And now after all these years in the land of Pat, with only potato chip trees, coffee ice cream mountains, and dark chocolate pansies I have high tryglycerides, high blood pressure, depression, and now diabetes. I really need to fix my wagon and find my horses; does anyone have any suggestions??

DESPERATE IN FLORIDA!