Today, when I walked downstairs to go to lunch, this gray thing was standing on the receptionist's desk:
  
                                                 

One of the guys at the shop (where I work) found it.  Crying.  In a small hole.  Really, what choice did I have?

Here's how Grace and Sugar feel about it, notice that Andra already has the look of a concerned mother...

                                       

Seems like Andra's prayers have been answered, with great providence, so if you need anything, drop her a line and I am sure she will be happy to work on it.