phone ejection

my wife has apparently had a fight with her phone --- a real duel, if you will. if you won't then stop reading, you are going to be the blog buzz kill.
anyways, i could not get the whole story yet, since i'm in memphis, aka, "THE M TOWN," however; it sounds like the phone has won the first two rounds. The 2 vegas santioned judges score the first two rounds 10-8 in favor of the phone.

we will continue our marathon talk. today i went far into the pain cave. 19 miles in there, and let me tell you, that's not a happy place. i think that's also the same place i keep the memory of kim sticking a lead pencil into one of my open wounds, or the time i got my finger slammed in a fire engine car door. yeah, not the place i'd like to take up full-time residency, but a few more weeks will do. how much can one man chaffe? oh, interesting question...the answer is: until blood runs down his leg. enter the pain cave. now, will this cause burning and irritation in the shower? we are stepping into the pain cave kitchen. how about after i've been sitting in the car 2 hrs to go watch alabama stomp down mississippi state with my father, and i get out of the car, and that same irritated area, which has pussed for the last 2.5 hrs, gets ripped away from from my jeans? you got it, open up the pain cave closet, and come on in, stay a while and put your coat on the hanger. why? why, the fun times you ask...because i do it for the kids...all those poor unfortunate kids who decided to sit on the couch and veg out playing their new playstation 3 consoles, and eating up mommies favorite chips, and snacks.

That's right Paula. I feel your pain --- except I was not as cool as you. I just ran over to a tree with a golf course on one side, and passing cars on the other. I picked between 100 year old men riding in golf carts and the memphis metropolis. Sorry Mr. Edwards and Mr. Green. Hopefully next week, the green on number 5 will use the artificial irrigation.