well it's Sunday night, and I just got finished eating dinner with my father and brother. I ate the greasy PopEyes fried chicked and biscuits, with the bland tasting green beans in a daze, as my father hooted on about the Giants winning the football game. As I got up to put the marmalade back in the refidgerator, I turned to see my father sailing out of his chair and into the garbage bag,and onto the floor, all the while with a happy look on his face. It was like watching a ship sink. No, correction...It was like watching the Titanic sink. Haha...