Junk mail...

*Fights back encroaching waves of junk mail* As I sat here shredding a pile of credit card offers, I began pondering... In my life time, I'll have probably wasted 3 years opening and shredding junk mail. I can feel myself aging with every rip of an envelope!
The only up side is that I really love using my shredder. Kind of like The Mayor said...it just gives me a lift. :P

*does the anti-flu dance*

My hubby thinks he is starting to get sick...I really, really hope it isn't the flu.

He, like most men, doesn't do sick well. When he has a simple cold, you'd think that he was recovering from extensive, and radical surgery. He moans, and groans...talks about how bad he feels, etc. I'll ask if he's taken anything, and I get a snuffly "No."

Why o' why don't men take medicine on their own?