Run with the wind, baby girl and send your family a rainbow, please! I'm told on good authority that the Bridge has places where a girl can get her toenails painted all sorts of funky colors.
So *that* was that tremendous crash in the livingroom in the middle of the night last night . . . . you know the type . . . . huge noise wakes you but in the morning there's no sign of damage/source of noise.
Could we have some pictures of Eliza Jane? I have gret respect for your "warning efforts" in this area--all the more so because it obviously causes you such pain.
Hugs--big hugs.