"The Muffled Cries For Help From a Daddy of Four Beautiful Little Girls"


Friday, October 2, 2009

No Laughing Matter [snigger, snort]

I generally like to find the humor in things.
It's a curse really.
Because some things just aren't funny.
Like Cancer.
Unless...
Well, there IS that one sign/display at the exit of our grocery store. It's a large cardboard cut-out of an employee who is also a cancer survivor.
There's a quote from her encouraging all women to get breast exams.
OK. Not funny yet.
But then it gives her name and labels her "Front End Manager."

Are there any other junior highers out there giggling at the term "front end manager" on a breast exam sign.

Please tell me I'm not the only one hiding my chuckles behind a big handful of organic kale.

What? No one?

Well, honestly, folks, in spite of my juvenility, take your health seriously and get your various body parts checked out by the appropriate professionals, so you can stick around a good, long time.
Your friends and family deserve it and so do you.

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Note: I made up the part about me actually holding organic kale. What kind of person do you think I am?