Oh, also:

If anyone knows of a cure for what we call "the Jimmy Legs" around here (tossing, turning, kicking during the night), please let me know. Steve has a bad case of it. Every night I'm wedged between him and the cat. Between his bout of the Jimmies, and Babe's head that smells like dog breath because Moj puts it in his mouth......yeah, I haven't slept well in days.