Ohhhhh! Now I remember why I carry double-size rolls of toilet tissue in both my truck and boat. It's caused from a constant diet of politics that makes me come to a sudden stop, jump out....running through the woods....tightly holding that precious roll in my hand; my eyes darting back and forth looking for a big tree. My race is not political; it's always between my bellyache and my feet to see which one will win this time.

If I hear another word that sounds like Obama or McCain, I swear my feet may not win the next race.