TWAS four days after christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. not even a mouse. all the beer cans were stacked by the computer with care, in hopes that fun conversation soon would be there.when at the back door there arose such a clatter,i grabbed my beer can to see whats the matter.to what my wondering eyes would apear,my pissed off wife,so i asked "what dear?" "i thought you were painting the kitchen to night?' i could not think,try as i might.then it came to me quick as a flash,i slipped on some ice and hurt my ass.she some how excepted that little bit,so for the next few hours . here i will sit.