We entertain ourselves fairly well around here:
And no, that was actually not my idea. It was the nephew of the woman who used to dress up my stuffed animals and place them in entertaining scenarios (generally eating each other) any time she generously decided to make up my bed. She may be half a world away and hitting cows with her bicycle, but her spirit is always with us and evidencing itself by dressing up Penguinsie as a superhero mafioso.
Sometimes the best words are these: indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. There just isn't enough to complain about with these two around.