Pat,

I've done that so many times over the years, my friends have told me more 
than once that I should wear a football helmet.  I hate to admit this but 
whenever I hit my head, which is usually when I am least expecting it to 
happen, like bending down to pick something up I stepped on to see what it 
was, and whacking my head, or face, on a dining room chair or the kitchen 
island or kitchen counter, or the refridgerator door handle, or bending over 
to reach for something and banging my head on a cupboard that didn't get 
closed all the way, or on the corner of a table, I say a couple of bad 
words.  I've never figured out why I do that, cuss, I mean, but it is such a 
sudden, unanticipated pain, it is like being shocked by electrisity or 
something.  We have to watch that around here because our African Gray 
parrot, Beaky, is getting to the point he repeats anything, and everything, 
he hears these days, haha.  I wonder if I ever told the story of what I said 
once when I fell over the top of a large box with my Sunday suit on?  Seems 
like I've told that story on here before.  Of course, we all know good 
Christians don't cuss but I never claimed to be good.

Phil.