1/2 Time Score: Quick Jacks 3, Right Eye Brow 0

[RedBarchetta]

Okay, I'll admit that a fly on the garage wall would have laughed his azz off at this true event. So go ahead and loudly and rudely if you must.

Cobra was on jack stands for some general servicing and to check out the source of a really small water leak. I have my kids' go-cart straddled (perpindicular) in front of the Cobra, so a little wiggle room was there (but as you will soon learn, not enough).

I move into position with wrench, rag and flashlight in hand, only to have the back of my head hit the rear tire of the go-cart. This had the effect of a FRICKEN TRAMPOLINE and catapulted my face right into one of the quick jacks! Bam...BANG!!! After the stars and little birdies disappeared, I removed my hand from my right eye brow and spotted the blood. Damn! I'm still a little woosie so I summons the nurse (wife).

She looks at it and says "You'll need stitches."

I fire back "No way! I'll just shove some super glue in there and it'll be okay."

I find my way to the bathroom and take a look for myself. Spreading the wound apart, I sigh and say to myself "Yup, Deano, you're going to need stitches for this one, you bonehead! Why didn't you just move the go-cart?!?!?"

So 2.5 hours later, we're pulling up to the house with 3 stitches in my eyebrow. The good news is that my Grouco Marks behemoths hide the wound so good that you can't even tell they are there!

I then proceeded to grab my wrench, rag and flashflight, MOVE THE GO-CART, and climb under the Cobra. My wife looks at me in utter amazement and yells "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"

"Finishing the job I started, dear, just finishing the job". Within 30 minutes, I had completed my tasks, dropped her back down, fired her up, checked her all out top and bottom, and then proceeded to go for a nice Sunday drive in the countryside.