Fa la la la la, French vanilla...

So has anyone seen this Christmasy French vanilla cool whip commercial? The obnoxiously jazzy musical one? It's been around for a year or two and I had totally forgotten about how ridiculous it was until I saw it yesterday morning and I literally cringed and wanted to punch the TV in the face. I mean, it's BAD! So if you haven't seen it, consider yourself warned. And if you have seen it...Well, then you know my pain.

I just bought this new book entitled, Good Poems for Hard Times, selected by Garrison Keillor. It's fabulous. Everyone should own it. Here's one of my favorite poems thus far...


Teaching A Child The Art of Confession
by David Shumate

It is best not to begin with Adam and Eve. Original Sin is
baffling, even for the most sophisticated minds. Besides,
children are frightened of naked people and apples. Instead,
start with the talking snake. Children like to hear what animals
have to say. Let him hiss for awhile and tell his own tale.
They'll figure him out in the end. Describe sin simply as those
acts which cause suffering and leave it at that. Steer clear of
musty confessionals. Children associate them with outhouses.
Leave Hell out of the discussion. They'll be able to describe it
on their own soon enough. If they feel the need to apologize
for some transgression, tell them that one of the offices of the
moon is to forgive. As for the priest, let him slumber a while
more.

Happy National sandwich day everyone! I'll be having a grilled cheese in celebration. Mmmmmmm.