Geez, don't remind me. Thee are times I consider calling my colleagues because of accute heart attack threat. You should have seen dad when I told him how I got off track with my bike last time and crashed against the side panel. All it did to me was roughen up my skin and give me a few scratches, nothing that desinfectant and band aid couldn't fix, but dad just had to go and read me the curtain lecture for half an hour straight. Sheesh...