Sunday morning found the D.O.M. ,in his living room, wailing away at a sectional sofa with a hammer. As crazy as this seems, the madness was justified. With the new couch Verde just bought, the old one had to go. The problem was that it had a pull-out bed on one side and two recliners on the other side and it weighed a ton. Even I, with my huge guns and Bruce Lee abs, could not move this beast. Being the Doctor of Manliness, asking for help from another man was out of the question. So just me and the "Christmas Hammer"( a hammer won in a raffle last Christmas) went to work. I tore the beast to shreds. I lost myself in the act, becoming somewhat deranged and disorientated. When it was over, the couch and the living room were destroyed. Somehow I threw the "Christmas Hammer" threw the window and my mouth was full of stuffing from one of the pillows. The ringing in my ears turned out to be my six year old twins screaming.
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