Great Caesar‘s ghost! I‘m tickled pink that you speak it, listen, would you mind telling that little wisenheimer Jaimie to stay off of my lawn, please? It shouldn’t take longer than three shakes of a lamb’s tail. No matter how hard I try, no matter how many times I’ve said it to her, somehow she never seems to understand me. Thanks, I’m pleased as punch, that’s hunky-dory of you!