VRWC, I think I might have to take a "F" on *threnody*. I don't have two brain cells today to rub together. Bobby said he'd rub up against me though, but I don't want his brain cell. He needs it.
But, but, but (Robt sputters innocently) the granded kids ate all my threenoodly stuff last night ...
(With their spchegetti's and meatballs ....)
I can't loan ya any leftover's. (Hobby, on the other hand, has some meetballs he'd be interested in talkin' about.)