It's late fo me. I know my son will be up at the butt crack of dawn playing with his Thomas the Tank Engine trains on the back of the couch in the living room, scraping the wall, which just so happens to be on just the other side of where my head will be mashed into a pillow trying to ignore it long enough to fall asleep again... So in other words, I'm off to bed because making a three year old be quiet on a Saturday morning without duct tape and rope is impossible. Nice to meet you hive. I knew a lot of you already anyway.
PS Where's HellHound been lately? Haven't read him on any thread I've checked out today.