Commercials

I was preparing a very nice 3 egg, broccoli, onion & bell pepper scramble served over brown rice this morning, and a strange thing happened. Out of the blue--and for no apparent reason--I got The Shane Co.'s commercial playing repeat style through my head. You know, "Now YOU have a friend in the diamond business... The Shane Company. Located on the corner of Highway 217 and Scholls Ferry Road..." It made me laugh out loud when I realized what was going on. Kisha asked what was up, so I told her, and something about saying it out loud made me wanna sing, "5-8-8-2-300, EMPIRE!" This has got to be some sort of mental regression.

In other news, the Davis family took a trip to the coast, so I've been driving myself to work for the past 4 days. It reminds me of being home... you know, where I would drive myself to work and then drive myself home, and have all that really good thinking time with just me, road noise, and my stereo. It's funny, but I think cars are culturally American. Once we become adults, and sometimes BEFORE we've reached maturity, we rarely go without a car. At least in middle class America. If you drive a car on your own, do me a favor: next time you get in, say a little prayer of thanx to the Good Lord. You've been blessed!