The end is near

Driving past Walmart on Christmas night and seeing the parking lot completely empty has an eery… post apocalyptic feel. Thank goodness for Waffle House.

Boycott

I am boycotting Amazon. They sent me an email today recommending a book entitled If Men Are Like Buses, Then How Do I Catch One?: When You’re Standing Between Hope and Happily Ever After. Seriously? Seriously?? Aren’t recommendations supposed to based on prior purchases? What led you to believe I would ever go near this book with a ten foot pole? Not only that… they also recommended a book called A Sassy Girl’s Guide to Loving God. So in other words, Amazon thinks I need help finding a man AND God!

Thanks, but no thanks, Amazon.

I heart Huckabee

This changes everything. I now know who I’m voting for in 2008 (<s>that is, if he had a prayer at the nomination</s>  Shows you how much I know.)

Have a heart…

There is a commercial for the organ donation coalition for the great state in which I reside encouraging people to be organ donors. A worthy cause. They show a cute little boy who can play baseball now that he has a new liver and a parade of other recipients who have beengiven a second chance at life thanks to an organ donation. Warm and fuzzy, right? UNTIL they come to a woman, surrounded by her two adorable kids and handsome husband, who says, “I’m waiting for a heart. Won’t you be an organ donor?” Ummm… creepy. You had me until that last part.

Hands off my heart, lady! I’m not done with it yet.