Ahh, yes.

After several (who knows, I lost count) Captain Morgan's and Cokes, I now feel much better about the day. Of course, it didn't hurt to have my lovely wife with me sipping her trademark fuzzy navels (jeez - does she EVER drink anything else?)...

So the users are clueless, and my clue bat (yes, I have a red one) won't reach that far - it's not the end of the world!

Now all we have to do is get the kids to bed, which apparently is easier said than done on a Friday night when they're all apparently wired. I'm kind of wondering what Grandpa put in those milkshakes, anyway.