Recently, John and I ordered a new computer. The day it arrived, John called me to say it was here, and even better, that the box it came in was, and this is a direct quote, "fort-sized."
"I would love it if you built a fort with that box!" I said. "I hope you do."
Tonight, when I got home, Seamus greeted me with his usual dance at the front door and commenced to killing his stuffed bear, but John was nowhere to be found. I figured he was probably puttering around in the basement or something, until I got a little farther into the house. He was in the dining room, crouched down in his fort, waiting patiently for me to notice him. Truly, he is the man of my dreams.
I didn't get a photo of him in the fort, but behold its fortly (although John-less) glory: