This was from a list of puns I recently received via the internet:

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot his whole life, which created an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him frail, and with his odd diet, he suffered from very bad breath. This made him a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

As Saturdays go, this one has only been mediocre. With age comes days where my body just won't wake up so I've beem spilling things, tripping, dropping items, stepping on the cats, etc. all day long. It's frustrating and embarrassing. Then to cap it off, at dinner time I started coughing and wet my pants... not a lot, just a little, but the humiliation is complete. Was that too much information? It's time for early bed and chocolate.