What can I tell you? He’s this big.

So I got up in the middle of the night to watch the Malaysian Grand Prix. My wife has a huge crush on Lewis Hamilton, but it wasn’t his day, or should I say his middle of the night. Twenty second lead from pole position, then his car blew up. Flames aplenty but no injury. She won’t be happy about this. Oh well.

Did I mention Raebert? He came out of the bedroom, plod, plod, to keep me company. Why I use the term Big Sweetie. He doesn’t know why he’s supposed to be with me. He just knows he’s supposed to.

How can you be 110 pounds and CUTE?

I took more pictures. Here they are.

Feet. Huge.

It’s really quiet at this time of day.