I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather pappa chair in my living room, kicking off my slippers, because I don't have enough fingers to scratch all my giglebites. Let me explain. Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation, has a new Louie-Louie Language word to describe an email that puts a smile on your face. He calls it a Giggle-bite. Because it's a gigabite with a laugh. I told you that I had a little bumpy time with last week's podcast, and courtesy of your own bad selves, I now have giggle bites all over me. And thank you for sending those gigglebites. Every time I scratch them they feel...very good. Thank you.