You are what you read!

Years ago I invited a friend and her husband to dinner.  I noticed the husband was engrossed with all the books on my bookshelf.  I searched the deep recesses of my mind to make sure I hadn’t inadvertently placed a “questionable book” there while cleaning up.  He turned around and smiled and told me you can tell a lot about a person by the books on their shelves.”  I didn’t bother to ask him what he found out.  I’ll ask you, though.  What do your book shelves say about you?  At present, mine are saying “cough, cough, cough….I ….can’t….breathe….cough, cough, cough.”  Those darn dust bunnies are getting it on again.  Shame on them.

This distant memory came to me while I was checking my email account.  I decided to take a look at my “email shelf” to see what it had to say.  It sure doesn’t say I have a lot of friends that write!  Hint…hint.  Just today I noticed I have one actual letter (thank you, P), one letter that just says to get my butt in gear and write on my blog (I don’t count that as an actual letter! ahem) and the rest are spam letters for losing weight AND recipes.  I have to laugh.  Most of the recipe emails are “dinner made easy” which include chicken fried steak or some other Southern mouth-watering dessert to go with the CFS—not at all what I need.  Or I will get the occasional prozac lawsuit settlement email or my fav- the “biggest loser club” email (I’ve gotten that one more than once!).  I’m afraid to open it for fear they aren’t talking about weight!

How did I get ALL this spam-mail?  I know exactly how it happened.  I signed up for one diet website and then another and then another and before I could say “dust bunnies” it multiplied like, well, dust bunnies on my book shelf.  Note to self: dust the dang book shelf so I’ll quit writing about it on my blog!

I know there is a correlation between fluff, i.e. stuff, crap, “treasures”, in the house and the fluff around my tummy.  For you, dear Grainiacs, I will search high and low for more “official” reports to prove this.  I will write this pledge in the dust on my shelf.  It will be safe there; I hardly ever get out the Pledge and a dust rag.