Are there any other kinds of tales of woe? Like a happy tale of woe? So okay, now that we have established the redundancy of the subject line, on with the sad tale (of woe), which is that I accidentally deleted and then expunged your email in an impulsive fashion, believing it to be spam, because so much of my email these days is that sad substitute for a luncheon meat, and we hates it! We hates it and wants to stomp it to oblivion as soon as possible, yessss, my precioussss. I sincerely, with all of my heart, hope that you have a "sent-mail" folder and that the email you sent me is stored therein, such that you can easily resend it. Damn spam. Ham lamb. Slam clam. Yes, ma’am.