My personal philosophy is this. When you get mad at a friend... COUNT TO "TEN".

But, Keep your foot on his neck until you get to TEN in case you're still mad after you get to TEN

Huckleberry Finn and I share a philosophy in a small way. (And I will NOT explain this!):

"Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn't mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn't see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good."