"Mist all Chrucking Fighty!", said Rindercella and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks and dropping her slass glipper.

The next day Pransome Hince knocked on Rindercella's door and sugly isters let him in.

Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifeted her leg and let out a fig bart.

"Pray, who has just farted?", asked Pransome Hince.

"Blame fugly hucker over there", said Mary Hinge.

When stinking brown cloud had lifted he tried slass glipper on both sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk!

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted, and gave pransome hince a knick in kackers. This was not difficult because he had a dig bick and barge lollocks.

He tried glass slipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and Pransome Hince were married.

The Pransome Hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny and they both lived happily ever after.

They penalize me for screwing up but they do not credit my account when they screw up — like being without electricity for four days — twice this past year. Oh, that I remember and remember it well. In fact, if my memory serves me correctly it was more like 90 days.

I remember deducting monthly service charges from my bank each and every month. Well, maybe not "each and every" month. Why those three checks bounced is beyond my comprehension.

Should bank charge a larger fee for a bounced check than face value of check? I don't think so. Isn't it bank's business to keep their records straight? Why do I have to spend so much time each month on my checkbook account?

Last, but certainly not least, is year Gracious Mistress of Parsonage remembers.

At times, I am tempted to think (at least it's what I call thinking) my wife lives one life and I live something altogether different from hers. The things she remembers that took place during year are beyond my remembering.

I am beginning to believe she remembers things that never took place. Of course, and I say this with all sincerity, I would never contradict her memory.

For life of me I don't know where I was when all these things happened that she says happened. Nor do I know where I was when I promised to do all those things she said I promised.

Even in my right mind, (of which I don't have much left) I would never concede to help remodel family room. I would never accuse her, heaven forbid, of taking advantage of me in this area. The thought is not a stranger inside my head, although rational thoughts are.

King Solomon, wisest man who ever lived, framed his thoughts this way, "Remember now thy Creator in days of thy youth, while evil days come not, nor years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;" (Ecclesiastes 12:1 KJV.)

Solomon's idea was, "now" is more important than "then."

The Apostle Paul had right idea with this matter of remembering. "Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward mark for prize of high calling of God in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 3:13-14 KJV.)

It is not important how much I can remember about past, as long as I don't forget to set Christ before me in all I do in 2005.