Bright Lights Big Butts

After a month in Spain my eyes got adjusted to the light of a new perspective. At first glance everyone is so freaking beautiful. But when the glare wore off I realized it isn't that they are so glamorous as they are just not lazy slobs.

I got back into the states on Saturday; Chicago. HOLY F^@K !!! There is nobody that is going to convince me that we, the entire country, have a genetic predisposition towards obesity while the whole of Europe doesn't.

What we have are suburbs and highways. Rarely does anyone walk or bike anywhere. We sit in a car and drive. When we get "there" we sit on our collective asses waiting to turn around and head home to do some more ass-sitting in front of the TV.

I need to go for a walk with my wife.

Das Ist Die Frage

I was standing in line at the grocery store perusing the infinite wisdom of weekly periodicals when a certain headline caught my eye. It asked us the crucial question. . . what will Britney do now that she has nothing to live for? . . . There was a nice picture of her boys on the cover.

You mean to tell me that having those two kids in the house was keeping her sane?

I guess I really would like to know what she will do now.