Rafiki—come on, you remember Rafiki! He's that wise old mandrill from The Lion King...we should all be so lucky to have a Rafiki in our lives! (If, for no other reason, than to have a big monkey dangle us over a big rock while we're infants.) But, pertaining to this post which has gone horribly nonsensical as you've come to expect, Rafiki said in his mystic-dressed-in-a-bit-of-loony rasp, "Look haaaardah." Look harder. Yes, that is what I should have done, and what I am now instructing you to do should this circumstance cross your path.

Way back in December (eons ago, you know), on an evening wherein I was probably recovering from my myelogram, or my outpatient surgery, or something silly like that, I folded myself into the corner of the L-shaped sofa and tried to find a little comfort as I passed the night. My boyfriend at the time reached for a Bucky Badger blanket that lie draped across the back of a chair and spread it over my body before returning, camera in hand. "Oh, how sweet!" thought I, now enveloped in warmth. Tsk, tsk...naivety will get you nowhere. Look Harder.

Nick's idea of a perfect mate (a sort of mascot-woman hybrid):