DR Ron ~ I didn't mean to vex you yesterday and create snarky feelings -- and I would never jab -- or nab, grab, tab, or dab -- you at any time, in any form or fashion --
unless I saw you in person, then like some great-aunt dressed in a flowing flowered mu-mu, wreaking of lavendar and moth balls, with a hairdo best described as resembling a tiny football helmet of dark, overly-dyed pin-curls stuck on my head, I would grab your little face cheeks in my chubby hands, clanking from the numerous bracelets on my wrists, and tweak them saying, "Don't be mad at Auntie K cause she loves her little Ronnie-P-Cakes more than anything in the world, oh yes, I do-do-do-sooper-doody-do!"