Your breakfast is served. My computer is being the biggest SOB. Colour wheel of death every time I go too fast. Much too fast for its minute little brain to handle. GET OVER IT MAC...I'll trade you in. On a side note. The people who decide to make fun of poor Queenie are just jealous they don't have a royal tailor to suit them up in a custom made two piece canary yellow outfit. She's like 150 years old, leave the poor bity alone for godsakes.