We were all upstairs, thank God, when the ceiling light globe, no doubt loosened by all of Johnny's dancing upstairs over the years, crashed down to the laundry room floor with the force of a million tons of TNT!.
The wife is currently doing what all wives should do: clean it up.
What? Well how do you, or anybody else know what a million tons of TNT! sound like going off? You cannot safely extrapolate from one pound, and then multiply. There are factors we don't even know about yet in a conventional explosion of that size, and yet men in white coats will go on TV and intone their high-toned rubbish as if it were gospel.
Probably with the same face on the village barber had when he told you that the only way he could cure your child's asthma was to bleed them.
That's why I get a chuckle when some wide-eyed acolyte of Science As Religion assures me that his facts are correct because, well, they're infallible, and unchangeable. At least until the next directive with the new facts is put out.
And have you ever heard two high level mathematicians aguing over their own arcane magicks? Two learned men, each convinced the other is an idiot for believing in the solution they came up with? And a fatwah from an Evolutionist is something to be feared. They will come to your house with torches.
Oh well, Christians can get goofy, too. I am so sick of Donald Wildmon ruining good television for me I could just puke. Put him and Fred Phelps and all of their followers into a large vacuum container, suck out all of their air, and the world would be a better, saner place. 'The Book of Daniel' was one darn good, cute, funny show, and I always got a laugh, and it made me think.
And speaking of sucking, now I have to buy a light cover. And that sucks. See?
I know I make this look easy, but don't try this at home, folks. You could pull something.