I drive a lot, which means I spend many hours listening to the car radio. When I turn the radio on, I usually hear something like, " ....and that concludes our 10 hours of straight music. Now some messages from our sponsors." D'oh!
I am a child of television, which I guess makes me a visual kinda girl. I have the darnest time understand product pitches without pictures. All last week, I kept hearing a commercial informing me about the pleasures of Popery. ("Ah, the soothing essence of Popery will relax your mind. Let your spirit soar!")
Really? The Pope can do all that?
Really? The Pope can do all that?
Well, no, he can't. But maybe potpourri can. I finally figured out that the Pope does not come in aromatic choices of sandlewood, lavender, beach breezes, or sugar cane.
It's worth sitting through those commercials, though, when a really great song comes on. Last weekend, the window was down, the radio volume was up, and I just grooving to The Stones, "Paint it Black." I felt young and hot.
Then I sneezed, which yanked my head forward, causing my sunglasses to fly off my face and onto the car panel, which rendered me hysterical as they are prescription sunglasses and I am no-kidding blind without them. For a second there, my whole world was black indeed.
Luckily, I found the glasses pretty quickly, so no harm was done, except to my ego. I remember when I didn't need glasses to see, didn't pee a little bit when I got excited, and being hot had nothing to do with flashes.
But there is no need to get upset over the natural aging process. As a matter of fact, I think what I am going to do right now is go to the store and get something soothing that will ease me into a relaxed frame of mind. I sure hope there will be a variety of scented Pope's to choose from.
It's worth sitting through those commercials, though, when a really great song comes on. Last weekend, the window was down, the radio volume was up, and I just grooving to The Stones, "Paint it Black." I felt young and hot.
Then I sneezed, which yanked my head forward, causing my sunglasses to fly off my face and onto the car panel, which rendered me hysterical as they are prescription sunglasses and I am no-kidding blind without them. For a second there, my whole world was black indeed.
Luckily, I found the glasses pretty quickly, so no harm was done, except to my ego. I remember when I didn't need glasses to see, didn't pee a little bit when I got excited, and being hot had nothing to do with flashes.
But there is no need to get upset over the natural aging process. As a matter of fact, I think what I am going to do right now is go to the store and get something soothing that will ease me into a relaxed frame of mind. I sure hope there will be a variety of scented Pope's to choose from.
