Coffee... Mmmmm.... Coffeecoffeecoffeee....

Coffee... Mmmmm.... Coffeecoffeecoffeee.... COFFEE! (Where are the beans? Where is my stash? Wherewherewhe...) NO COFFEE! (Quick breath relax, car-keys-door-car-store) MORE COFFEE!

Ok, here we go baby, if I never needed this car to work now is the time. I'm crashing hard from a crazy dark roast coffee binge and I have a meeting at 3 p.m. What? the car won't

even start up. I can't turn the goddamned key in the ignition. This is crazy! Those backstabbing bastards at the cabinet meeting are gonna be all over this. They've been trying to

over my wife with my bare feet. I'd rather run her over but this will do. That will give me a WOODY. Maybe she'll goto Lowe's afterwards and find a hobo worker to install cabinets

and we could drill stuff together. Beats what I WAS contemplating, I suppose. Besides, my wife looked kinda cute wearing that toolbelt. Maybe I misjudged her intentions. I shook my

head, disappointed that my fantasy wasn't coming true and grabbed a hammer.It's going to be a long day. I saunter over to my wife, she has a drill in one hand and whats this? Wine?

"What's this?" I ask my wife, fingering my hammer a bit. "The fermented juice of the vine is an abomination!" "It's just a glass of wine," she replied, triggering her drill so that

its bit hit the crystal. She smiled at me and began singing, "Who can build a wine rack, fill it to the brim? Who can use his tools and give the hedge a trim? The handyman can..."

"The handyman can because he takes a lot of tools and makes my world look good." At that moment, all was right with the world.