Wal, folk, I think we're off the hook. If thet there Pat feller been sittin' in his horsepistle bed bawlin' bout us'n, he ain't gonna have no leg to stand on 'bout us'n bawlin over him, pass the Kleenex (tm), honk!
Hey, 'spaw, is it true they gives you guys Viagra in that facility there, to keep you from rollin' outa bed?

I am absolutely delighted you are gettin' better, catspaw. Don't you go scarin' me like that again, you hear?
Blessings,
Barbara