So...
SWMBO and I bought a new house last fall. I'm finally getting around to putting in the back yard. Over the weekend, I transported a couple of yards of compost to the back and rototilled it into our nasty clay soil.

I mean serious clay. This stuff turns into cement when it's wet. Even with a beefy 9 HP rear-tine tiller, it took several hours, and the tiller was bucking all over the place. By the time I was done, I knew my back was going to be complaining.

This morning, I woke up and got out of bed. Ouch! I could tell there was something out-of-joint just by looking at my posture in the bathroom mirror. I figured I's try to give it some time to fix itself before calling the chiroquactor.

I limped into the office, and spent an hour catching up on the AM. I finally decided to get up and make some coffee. I went to stand up and SNAP! Something shifted in my lower back, and everything went red for a second. I fell back into my chair and thought "Crap. How do I get out of here."

Then I went to stand up again. Hmmm... Less pain. I can stand up straight now. Hallelujah, no trip to the back doctor. I think I may start shopping for an inversion table.

So I was talking with my wife from an airport last night, and she told me that she and our daughter were watching the Olympics together. An Obama campaign ad came on, and my six-year-old kid turns to my wife, and says:

"Mom, I don't think he has the skills to be president."

Sometimes, they really ARE listening.