What? You aren’t even going to complement me on nice use of white space or something? You have any idea how hard I sweated and slaved over cold Miller to build this amazing accomplishment from ground-up? Actually, it took twenty minutes and two beers, and I didn’t have anything else to do other than go throw the tennis ball for Ewok, but he’s on probation for his fantasy league picks last week and I’m not really too motivated to plan dinner because I ate too many donuts at the last minute meeting I called at work, and I hate meetings, but I’m home alone other than this silly dawg staring at me with a tennis ball in his mouth, waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting...