Thirty six.

"No, Mr. P,  you will NOT have what he's having!"

Thirty five.

"Don't question why the fries and ice cream taste so good when you're sick, Mr. P - just be glad they exist.  And the Snuggie.  Thank God for that, too."

Thirty four.

Recovery.

Thirty three.

"Yes, Mr. P, that is a preferable location to where you usually end up but do please come down from there before I chew off a limb due to anxiety!"

Thirty two.

Oh, Mr. P - this one can borrow my eyelash crimper any time!"

Thirty one.

Getting centered in preparation of this weekend's theatre shenanigans.

Thirty.

The Messrs. make a spring offering to Tara.