It is a bright Sunday morning full of sunshine when I awoke to find he was no longer in bed. I knew it, while I was asleep he instead decided to run off and finish his last painting. I don't get it, nobody works today, isn't it time for a nice breakfast of chocolate croissants and for curling up with the Sunday paper? Hello? I'm talking to you. Put down the painting! I'll bet you have no idea what I got here for you. Not that you would notice anyway... I am your Sunday, your day off... I am your croissants and your Sunday paper...