Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.
An old etude "Don't Tel Me Your Lies" (around the year 2000). The original text is available at http://www.eldar.com/node/100
I sat on the porch of my house, stroke my charged gun lying on my knees, and sipped home-made whiskey from a bottle. Missy makes it clean as a tear, God bless such a wife and her father.