Fortunately, we kept enough of a lead to
avoid my body going into convulsive sign language mode
where I jump up and down in my chair
and wave my arms about,
regardless of whether I have a beverage or bowl of something in my hand.
No sloshing incidents to-date;
Mr Lucky still in relative pristine condition.
Bring on those yellow jackets.
They stung us last year.
Come on, Mr Lucky. Let's beat those bricks with a "p".