Mike was going to comment that we didn't see the bomb coming because our eyes were locked over dinner. Well nice try, Mike. Robby landed practically in the middle of the table, and I'm glad he narrowly avoided landing on the dinner plate. He landed in a full sitting position. Very strange and shocking, I'm telling you.

Robby's new favorite place is our walk-in closet, on the ladder we leave set up in there. He climbs to the fifth step and then steps up to the paint can shelf, which extends out beyond the steps. This shelf has a circle area where you set your can of paint. He sets the main part of his body in this round area. Pants are draped over the top of the ladder and hang down by this paint shelf, making it all too cozy to resist. It just slays me. Robby takes naps up there all the time, it's always twilightish in that closet, just-right darkness. I think he likes the feeling of superiority that comes with height. And control. He is King of the Land up there. Plus, we leave the closet door open and this gives him the perfect view to see anyone entering the bedroom. The cats have it.

I'm still reeling from Zenyatta's near miss. Like I said, I have no business watching sports.

In the interest of going to bed early tonight, this is all she wrote, folks!

KEM