Hate when that happens, And what WAS that ending again? Somehow I missed it. Think I got lost within the visuals of our MB, sitting in the altogether on the conference table at room center, both feet tucked behind his head, *elephanteens laid out on the Formica®, all smathered in Huckleberry jam. Yikes. I am, unfortunately, a major visualist of delicate constitution.

*_{(sorry, I realize you're not that old)}