I don't want to know what he's thinking about.

Chubbo's feeling real comfortable with us now. The lights are dim to keep him in the mood.

That's the pillow I got for riding on the airplane, to go around the neck. It's since turned into the "hemorrhoid pillow" since there's nothing else to do with it but sit on it. I mean, we're not going to pretend to be riding on an airplane while we're sitting on the sofa. We'll pretend to be uncomfortable instead.