Who writes this stuff?
Welcome back!
I got over the side effects of the flu shot and got my voice back. Yesterday I had to go see the doc at the “wound clinic” about a hole that won’t heal on my toe. (I’ll spare you the photos of my feet. You’re welcome.) It turns out that the thing is actually a pressure sore because arthritis has deformed my toe so that I’m standing on part of it that wasn’t meant to be stood upon. Until I can find a way to come up with a pair of diabetic shoes (which medicare won’t cover because I’m not a diabetic), about the only thing I can do for this is to not wear shoes unless I absolutely have to and and stay off of it as much as possible. Makes me wish I had one of those entertainment centers with a pop up tv and access to the Sci-Fi channel.
The suggestion was made that I could cut a hole in the insole of my shoe so that the toe doesn’t have anything under it to press down on. That sounds great, but first I have to get it to heal so I can get this big ugly bandage off of it.
Anyway, on to the reason for writing this . . .
On the way home, I discovered that you can hear some really funny stuff if you just listen. The car radio was playing a country song about some guy’s wife/girlfriend/whatever and the wonderful changes she’s wrought in him. I’m sure he meant well, but the song clearly says, “She’s half the man I am”. Maybe she should stop with the hormone therapy, huh?
About the time I got done laughing at that, there was an ad for Banquet’s new line of TV dinners. They spent about a minute talking about how good the new dinners were and how inexpensive they were, too. Then, at the end of the ad, the announcer came on and delivered Banquet’s slogan for these new dishes. Are you ready for this?
Wait for it. Here it comes:
“They’re so good for so little.”
There you have it, as God is my witness, Banquet’s announcer called their TV dinners just about good for nothing.
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