Hubby-j has not been forthcoming with his facts this week (with the move he is behind and busy at work - translation: no surfing or magazine reading! - poor dear).
I emailed him yesterday..."Haven't you got me a fact yet?"
He replied..."Afraid not"
Then I remembered an email from ages ago.
Two strings walk into a bar. The first tries to order something.
"I don't serve strings in this bar," the bartender says roughly and throws him out.
The second ruffs himself up...ties his ends together, walks in, and orders.
"Hey, didn't you hear what I told your buddy?" the bartender says.
"Yeah," the string says.
"Aren't you a string?" the bartender says.
The string replied:
"No! I'm a frayed knot!"