Preposterous

I'm watching the boob tube last night and what commercial comes on?

It's an attractive man sitting on a stool of some sort (do I hear a PSA coming on? ) Yes, then he says, "Don't know what to get your woman this holiday? Schedule her pap smear. It saves lives."

That sounds all fine and dandy, but I am sorry if a man I was dating was like, "hey honey, guess what I got you for Christmas?...I scheduled your pap smear!" I probably wouldn't even be mad, I would be shocked. I'd rather have that person buy me a cow for a starving family in Africa ( you know the online giving thing, where you can buy things in people's honor ) than schedule me a pap smear. I mean, what the hell? and CBS, come on...I'm a little dissapointed. No diamonds, no new car, no new cool thing, no bump it, no ... a pap smear. Wow, I can already see the 'thank-you' card now.

"Dear ..., I really enjoyed the christmas present you gave me this year. It was a lovely experience having a stranger stick there...up my .... for medical reasons."


So the memories can't help but come flooding back as I drive into town (even though I go to school an hour away...it just seemed more dramatic for me to start it off that way)...those memories were silenced as I pulled up and saw that my neighbor was painting his house.... Bright yellow with greem shutters and green porch posts, they are like a hunter green...which reminds me of my dear high school, White Oak. Thank God we are in Amurrrica...land o' da free. I'm pretty positive this would cause a riot if we weren't in sweet conservative suburbia, so it only causes back yard gossip and telephone calls.

But you know what, good for him. You paint that ugly yellow...it will be so much easier to point out my house now, if I ever get lost.

Well that's all for now.

Chow down tomorrow on Thanksgiving and have a blessed day.