Meanwhile The Smalls is fine. He and Biggie had a NASCAR Saturday and even managed to knock one of the sofa boulders off and those things are ridiculously difficult to move at all.
Plus, the new toy bin is now the new cat bed...
I think we have a new dictionary example of the term 'Losing situation'.
I've now had a little lunch... a half of peanut butter/mayo sandwich - my comfort lunch - with the last small handful of chips.
Now I'm going to pick up the toys... again... clean up the kitchen and then sit down for some quality time with the TV and my knitting needles.