We got a bunch of fresh snow the other day, mixed with
some freezing rain. I was out pushing the snowblower
in the driveway after work, when one of the kids came
out and wanted me to get the sleds out. As I entered
the garage, my feet slipped on a patch of polished ice.
It would have been a spectacular dry land full Reid
with a twist, except for the fact that I was standing
in the doorway. Midway through a counter-clockwise
lateral rotation, I cleverly brought my angular momentum
down to zero by applying the left side of my skull to
the side of the doorway. Fortunately the snowblower
idling in the background drowned out the stream of
foul language. To cap it off, later that same night,
the paper boy came by to collect. When I tried to let
him in, the screen door broke off an icicle, which fell
square on the top of my head.

A hydrocodone and a pint of strong ale seems to have
put me right, except for a while there Rush Limbaugh
was starting to make sense, and Ann Coulter was looking
pretty hot.

Kevin,
but I'm much better noww...