Peachie, what a charming invitation to play. I actually looked to see if there was a way to reverse the can kicking, so that you'd have a partner, but that option was not available.
Hmmmm, how am I? You know that feeling when the 10# ball in the pit of your stomach is attached to the lump in your throat? Well, kinda like that. My dad got some unexpected results from a routine x-ray and we're all holding our breaths...
Blowing bubbles sounds really good about now, my young friend and I'll take you up on the offer. Better than some of the things I've been doing lately, like walking into the hall closet instead of the bathroom, when I was about to wash my hands today. Couldn't figure out why the heck all our coats got moved in there. At least I didn't try to pee into my walking sneakers, which are also in the coat closet. I NEED those walks! They are the only thing that hold my attention these days...
So, I'll borrow a page from your book and quit whining and kick that can back to you, my dear. You're a sweetie, a darling playmate and you know that if you want to pm about why you're sublimating (I know how you love that psychobabble), you're always welcome to do that.
