I am on my last legs, as they say. Weekends are fun, action packed and thoroughly draining. Especially because, given the onslaught of Jewish holidays, this weekend was five days long. And we have another coming at us next week. Which will make three this month.
Just climbed into bed. Want to watch a few moments (read: hours) of the Emmys before I collapse. Remote is nowhere to be found. I roll over to look around, and in the space in bed where M should be (it seems he is in the basement programming the remote), I find this:

I like to think of myself as an open minded person, but there is no way in hell I am going to bed with an ant farm.
PS: we apple picked today (fall! Hoorah!), but that’s far less interesting.