Last night, I kicked my wife - hard

Well, it's, in part, my daughter's fault. She told me the Farm Town game on facebook is addictive. So I began playing it in earnest. I plowed fields and grew crops, put in fences, imported animals and trees - Then I purchased dirt path segments, just to get fancy. That's where I left it last night. I had harvested and sold my wheat crop, and I cleaned up and shaved and got ready for Monday. Went to bed at the normal time. Some time before the alarm could go off, I was transported to Farm Town. A resident of the apartment community where I work appeared, and we were discussing a path for him. I began showing him the old rocks I have collected over the years and we worked our way out to the street, where I had more rocks lining the edge of the property. I picked up a huge boot that lay there too. It had to be three feet, from sole to boot strap. I called out to my friend, showing it and laughing.

All at once, a pack of dogs confronted us. I saw the lead dog go after my friend, but had to time to help him, because an identical dog came straight at me. I swung the boot to fend him off, but it was heavy and awkward. The dog ran behind me, his head low, about calf height. I kicked at him with all my might.

I felt my entire body heave up off the mattress, and I heard my wife groan. I had kicked her leg. Well, the leg is sore today, but she is not hobbling or needing the doctor. I am waiting to see if she will be afraid to sleep with me tonight.