This morning, as I drove the 5.7 miles between my daughter’s house and the Urgent Care, I counted a total of seven very large billboards, each extolling the virtues of various members of the trial lawyers profession, one of which featured the tacit approval of a NASCAR driver…
I am left with two conclusions by this phenomenon, either the residents of the city are especially accident-prone, or this is one helluva litigious town. But more perplexing is the existence of ginormous billboards in the middle of a random intersection, no interstate for miles. I try to imagine the firestorm that would erupt from a billboard being erected anywhere in Short Pump, especially one featuring a NASCAR driver! Home owner associations would raise such holy hell, the billboard company would be the ones needing a lawyer!
The occasion that brought us to Columbia this weekend was my daughter’s first baby shower. She received a ton of wonderful gifts from her many friends down here. One of them caught my eye…
It has been a long time since Pam and I were bringing life into the world. I am learning just how little I know about the baby business anymore. But nothing could have prepared me for the existence of something called Millie Moon Luxury Diapers. Apparently these things are the bomb. I am still unsure what exactly makes these diapers—luxury, but it is a new day. Says right there on the box that they are “beautifully crafted”, which seems a shame considered what will ultimately be deposited within its “feather softness”, although I am encouraged by the fact that these diapers have 0% lotions, fragrances or latex, not to mention the fact that these babies are “unisex”, which will certainly come in handy in this day and age!
Lastly, Friday morning at 4 am I was rudely awakened by a troublesome pain in the area between my left hip and my left hamstring down to behind my left kneecap. I had done nothing the previous day that I could think of that could possibly have produced such an outcome. I took a hot shower, drank some strong coffee and downed three 500 mg’s tablets of Tylenol. When I got in the car to make the drive to Columbia and put the heated seat on high and hoped for the best. A day and a half later it is killing me and now I’m limping like an old man. Wait…hold on. Now that I think about it, I have been injured. Maybe this Morgan and Morgan outfit can be of service. I mean, if they’re good enough for Kyle Busch, they’re good enough for me!
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