It's been a fun last week or so. Last Saturday we celebrated my Alec's 18th birthday with a wonderful bowling party. He was thrilled and wore the most genuine, happy smile all evening. There was a bit of competition between him and the other bowlers. Alec never says anything about it, but he keeps a close eye on the scoreboard to see who is winning.
And quite a long time ago, I posted how stunned I was by a bikini shaver ad. It was quite graphic showing three bikini clad ladies trimming small topiaries in front of them. Remember me belly-aching about that? Well, between the repeated two car commercials, that old shaver ad was shown about every three commercials. It's true!
I think I need to get a hobby. Ya think?
Oh...oh! I forgot to complain about Oreo cookies again. That's the subject of this post's title. I have evidence! I bought some Oreos for Hubby, and put them in the cookie jar. And this time, there were even less than before when I mentioned that Nabisco was sure skimping on the amount of cookies per package. At that time, they were down to 39 cookies per pack. The newest count is only 30! For the same price. Look below.
I got a letter from Mayo Clinic the other day. They lost my permission slip to let them film and show the removal of my ginormous tumor on my para thyroid back in February and now needed something in writing allowing them to show the film. No biggie. Signed the form and sent it back to them. But on this form, I noticed that they remarked that if I wanted a copy on a disc, they would send me one. Cool. I can't wait to see my operation happening. Cool!
Hope there's no car commercials on it.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY