-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Evidently, you are one who loves the rain? :rolleyes:

As a child 6, or 7, I tried to scare my older brother by pretending to get stabbed. I put tomato sauce on my shirt, and held a kitchen knife in between my fingers, up to my chest. As I ran toward him crying-out "I've been stabbed!" I tripped over a curb and landed right on the knife! Even though there was a lot of blood, luckily it stuck into my breast plate between the rib cage. It really didn't hurt because it was sticking into the bone. So, when I stood up again, I continued with my performance. You should have seen the look on his face. :o Especially, after he found out I hadn't been stabbed :angry: He chased me down the street vowing to kill me when he caught up with me! :lol:

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