He keeps calling, but I don't have time to answer him with the schedule I'm keeping. ;>)
Bart wasn't able to remove the bone spicule (as he called it). Not even with a knee on my chest and slipping with some torture device that jammed into the roof of my mouth. He did grind it down with a chain saw or something, and gave me a wonderful scrip that makes me think my ottoman really does like me after all. ;>)
/john
Wish the bratling a Happy Birthday from me if you can drag yourself away from the ottoman ...... :-)