Just got off skype with my mom. (we live an hour apart now so we skype to look at eachother in pj's and hair standing on end) She had been out powersawing and fencing since 7 this morning. I said I had been sitting on the couch drinking coffee and computering since 7am. Whatever, I climbed a mountain last weekend chasing bears. lol. While I was skyping, I heard all sorts of crazy sounds coming from the kitchen. After I hung up from mom I went and checked it out. Turns out Toby decorated it for me with bran flakes and smashed soda crackers, and oh ya, "someone" knocked over the garbage can. Maybe it was the budgie.