There's Something That Happens In That Delivery

We All Hold On To Some Image Of The Family We Want, Based One Way Or Another On The Family We Had. Lots Of People Are Thrilled About The Families They Came From, Others Couldn't Get Away Fast Enough. Most People Fall Into That Vast Middle Ground: Great Affection Mixed With A Few Ideas For Improvement. A Couple Of Things They Wish Could Have Perhaps Been Done Differently.

When You're In @#*!#-ing Hell, Your Forehead Can Feel A Wee Bit Feverish. (by The Way, That's The Way My Wife Actually Curses. She Doesn't Use Dirty Words; She'll Literally Say "asterisk, Pound Sign, Exclamation Point, The-letter-'a'-with-a-circle-around-it, Asterisk, Asterisk, Asterisk.")

Three Has Always Been Tougher Than Two. Think Of Any Of Your Famous Threesomes. The Three Stooges? Look At The Anger There. My Bet Is That Before Curly Was Born, Moe And Larry Could Play Together For Hours Without Even A Single Poke In The Eye. Huey, Dewey, And Louie? Donald Duck Never Had A Moment's Peace. The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly? I Rest My Case.

By Shrewdly Linking Procreation To An Act Likely To Make You Stupid With Excitement, God Has Seen To It That Life Does Indeed Go On. It's Possible, By The Way, That This Is Why God's Name Comes Up So Often In The Middle Of The Act; It's A Salute To The Author: Hey, Whoever Made This Up - Thanks.

You Know, The Fact That Every Morning You Get A Script In Your Mailbox, That's Going To Stop. All These Little Pedestrian, Mundane Things. And The Cash.