Meaningless rantings of a cabin fevered Mom.

REALLY? I mean c'mon! You have the ENTIRE first floor of a giant saltbox house, and the ONLY place in the entire house you can find to chew on your new bone is ON the LEG of my Office chair? SERIOUSLY? That's the only spot? Oh, well apart from ON TOP of my feet while I wash dishes, I'm thinking you need to think a little bigger dude, this house is Big enough for the two of us! OI with the poodles already!

I just have to vent, it's been bugging me! There are several commercials on TV that drive me batty, and shine a rather unattractive light on the thought processes of a nation that is vastly blessed and by a large percent, sadly spoiled. These commercials throw around phrases like, "No woman should have to suffer" ( selling electrolysis) "you don't need to suffer any longer" (selling a temurpedic mattress ) "You deserve it" "Only the best is good enough for you" "start thinking about you for once" "Indulge yourself" They are selling THINGS! Things that aren't even that important. I mean, think about the mattress thing. Sure, we'd all love to sleep on sweedish foam, but isn't it amazing how quickly we can forget what a blessing it is to even have a decent bed to sleep on in the first place? How bout the fact that is really wasn't all that long ago that people slept on corncob mattress, feeling like kings...