Twas the night before Xmas....

And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for M and I who were merrily engaged in a beating with him being the beater and me being the beatee.  I was naked and down on our little rocky-stool (footstool to the glider rocker), and M was going for broke, and had been for an hour already.  You see the whole point to this beating was to see if he could actually bruise me.  I don't bruise and I don't swell, which means that when I break something like an ankle or a collarbone, there is no bruising or swelling (I've confounded Dr's for years).  When what to my wondering ears does appear?  The landlord ringing the doorbell with a xmas gift for us.....

Yep...

I set a new land-speed record.  From sub-space to hiding upstairs in the bedroom in less than 2 seconds..

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!