I AM NOT 21, I AM NOT 21, I AM NOT 21, I'M 21? WHY YES I AM

Ok an explanation for the pictures.

They are pictures of my knee witch is busted! Bad. You see it was a glorious spring weekend here in Waterloo. Sun shining, temps. In the double digits above zero. So like almost every other home owner we got up early and decided to spring clean. We started at Angels diner, this is our (my) fav. Spot for a greasy spoon Breakfast. We went of course to Canadian Tire for all our spring needs (screw you Wal-Mart). Upon arriving at home Martha said we should start by cleaning up all the loose paper and crap in the back yard. I whole heartedly agreed. So as she headed to the back yard, I opened a beer and began to watch the Italian soccer league match. After about 10 min. The gig was up! " Bear Kevin Young get out here...NOW" I knew those sliding doors would betray me one of these days. God it's not like she's 8 months. Pregnant or something. So to assuage her ire, I decided to show her I could still hop a 10 Ft. Fence. Well...I can sure hop it landing is another issue. Wholly CRAP I'm over 30 and my once supple, shock absorbing body is now gravity owned and prone to injury. So needless to say I got the rest of my "honey do" list done then it was time to lay around in pain. Been to the Dr.'s twice now and the long and the short of it is it's torn up pretty good, but it will heal on it's own in time. This has made work this week all that more unbearable! My wife is gone till sometime Fri. Evening so I must cook and dress myself this week. In true guy fashion I have ordered out and had beer desert all week!!

Davey