I took a test the other day.  Not sure how scientific it was but let’s just say I didn’t do to good.  My wife on the other hand performed much better.  I’m talking about those “IQ” tests at the Cracker Barrel.  You kn ow the block of wood in the shape of a triangle and the golf tees with the little holes they go in.  I think you are a genius if you leave one, smart if you leave two.  Well this pic is from my wife’s performance and she is smart.  However, I was to distraught to even think of taking a pic after I somehow managed to after what I thought was a well thought out plan to finally whip this test and prove I was as smart as my wife, guess how many I left….SEVEN.  How did I leave seven golf tees?  I mean I think I’m smart for figuring out a way to have seven tees in the holes in a pattern where you had ZERO moves left.  Smart, right?  I even asked my wife and in a disbelieving voice she asked, how did you do that?  I don’t know but after her just leaving two, I left seven with no moves left.  I just wanted my pancakes and drown my shame in syrup….which I did.

Fletch