The past couple of weeks I've been helping my sister and brother-in-law
close down their B&B,The Arcadian Inn.They been open for just over 25
years,and have accumulated a lot of antiques.Last week end they had
something of a pre-sale,and are advertising an estate sale for this coming
week end (July 22 & 23).Well in moving a bunch of furniture down stairs and to
other rooms,I managed to smash my hand several times.The furniture and
walls are fine,but my hand doubled in size.Last night it was so bad my ring
finger turned purple.Now I'll grant it was quite a becoming shade,it wasn't
fitting for a Redneck to go around with a purple digit.I attempted to remove
my Wedding band,but without skinning myself or cutting something it wasn't
going to happen.I pulled out the Dremel,put in a cutting blade and five mivutes
later the color in my finger was returning to normal.So you can see where the
day took a definate down turn,when the wife got home and I showed her my rescue
effort.She punished me by "making" me smoke not one or two but three,YES THREE,
bowls of Germain's Plum Cake.I'm so ashamed,next time I'll cut off the finger and maybe
she will "Make" me smoke four.Hehehehehehe:devilfire: