Okay. Mister

Safety here was using the wrong tool for the job (an entire story just

on this subject will soon be forthcoming) and ended up cutting his hand

and having surgery to repair a tendon. The worst part of it is that Mister

Safety can't blame it on anyone - not The Boy, not The Wife, no one but

himself. Bummer.

Now Mister

Safety's laid up at the house for two weeks with nothing to do. The first

couple of days at home have been painful, but now things are a little

better and the slow process of healing is setting in. Boredom is setting

in also. After watching all of this month's movies on satellite in just

two days, it is time to venture out on a road trip. Yes, dear reader,

its time go to the video rental store.

Walking up

and down the aisles reaching for every guy movie that, through the years,

has somehow missed my viewing, a strange feeling comes over me. As I look

down and see nineteen videos in my basket, not one is a "chick flick."

I think, "Should I be concerned? Should I be worried? Should I go

back and pick up at least one?" Then the feeling passes as quickly

as it came, reason comes