lol Ill have to remember to tell Jon that one.
He tells people all of the time that he has the body of a God...Buddha.
His other one is to tell them he has a perfect figure..perfectly round.
His biggest weakness is sweets. Him and his Dad both have big sweet tooths.

You know I just had a thought..
Everytime Jons Dad plans one of these little get togethers he and I are always doing the same thing before hand. Its 2:45 am..he is asleep I assume and I am cooking away in my tiny kitchen. What other dummy is smoking chicken breasts this time of the morning with the window up and a fan in it. Its so hot through the day at night is the only time its cool enough to turn off the ac and turn on the oven. Our intake for our ac is right across from the stove and if you have it and the oven on at the same time the ac freezes up and you have to turn it to heat and crank it to thaw it out. Its better to be safe and just turn it off.

Don't you just hate that, Janie?

We had a motorhome, once, that was designed by an idiot on a Monday morning.

The AC unit was mounted right above the cooktop, and if you ran the AC it would blow out the flames. No kidding. So the only way to cook, inside, on a blistering day, was without the AC running.

The one way I beat the bagboy crushing the delicate stuff is I always put eggs, bread, etc in the little child seat of the shopping cart, and those are the last things I take out. It usually keeps them from putting em under anything.

It's so friggin' WEIRD to me that this is something we as a species are STILL dealing with in our history on the planet. I see it often at various markets in my area too. One would have thought that putting delicates like bread, eggs, flower-bouquets, etc. safely on top of heavier items, or assiging them their own bags, for Khris-sakes, would be one of those things (like putting our hands into the roaring flames of a fire, or changing our direction when walking to avoid traipsing right off a the side of a cliff) that we would have quickly evolved from over time. Didn't some goofy-azzed cave-man grocer in the year 9 or 10 see the need for this, correct it, train others against it, and then consult with genentic-scientists and baby-doctors everywhere to make it a part of our offsprings' gene-pool default characteristics, at some point?

And while I'm in a really (insert letter of your choice here)itchy mood... One of the many reasons I decided to start my personal ANTI WAL-MART campaign with a New Year's resolution in January was, my condo is near both a McDonald's AND a Wal-Mart. The thousands of plastic bags and styro-sandiwich-boxes littering not only yards, parking-lots and vast empty fields, but also my patio, my flower-pots, my landscaping, etc. is inconceiivable. I even went so far as to take photos, march into the manager's offices of both guilty outlets and and sit down and ask them just what days of the week and what time of day I should expect a staffer from their store to drop by my place to gather the litter. You can imagine the dumb-azz blank look this request (okay- DEMAND) got me! AGGGHHH! (okay, time for my first diet-pepsi of the morning... I'll be fine in a few! Hee-Hee! I guess we can't all be sweet & gracious ALL the time, can we?)