It turns out that I'm a remarkably simple creature; in fact, I'm practically a tunicate - but more on that later. Next time I'm in the hips, just remind me to follow a bout of joyous weeping with homemade wild mushroom pizza:
A cribbage victory - nay, drubbing! (Which included a very odd hand):
And a bouquet of spray roses:
Then give me a sunny day, and I won't even mind that our ambergris fortune turned out to be a rotting bucket of sea pork.