In anticipation, here is a chart to remind you who the players are/were:

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Even if you're sick of hearing the Flower Duet from Lakme', watch this for the breathtaking visuals.

Need to shoe your feisty horse? Give this a try, then report back to us here about whether it works!

Here's a truly heart-warming story about the bond formed between a little 5-year-old girl and some construction workers that will make you believe that we all can make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time. Love the ending!

A young family moved into a house, next to a vacant lot. One day, a construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot.The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers.

Eventually the construction crew, all of them "gems-in-the-rough," more - or - less, adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.

At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing $10.The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her $10 "pay" she'd received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

When the girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age.The little girl proudly replied, "I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us."

"Oh my goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you be working on the house again this week, too?

"The little girl replied, "I will, if those assholes at Home Depot ever deliver the fuckin' drywall..."

So I went to the fridge, poured one, and emptied the pitcher. Time to make more tea.

I go to my family tea bag container and it is empty.

I go to the pantry and get the box of tea bags which I empty into the kitchen container. Now I have an empty tea bag box.

I go to the recyclable trash can to throw it away. That trash can is completely (over)filled.

I remove the plastic bag, and tie it up, then take it out to the trash can.

I now have to put a new trash bag back into the can, and manage to pinch my finger in the process.

I run it under the cold water and as I am paused there, I think.....

Why did I come into the kitchen?

WILL we know?

This is what is horrifying to think about.

If anything happens to a child they will bury it deep, and with the lack of accurate record keeping that has been suggested, who will figure it out.

It makes me sick to think about it.

What a disaster!

1-1 against Iceland, Messi was a mess, they could just never seem to get it together.

Lordy.