Rise up against Censorship!

Yes, Mr. Jenny...this is directed at you.

Sunday morning I rose at dawn (as all good farmer-girl-wannabe's do) and drove toward the Eastern horizon.

The sun had just risen over the jagged ocher silhouettes of the Superstition Mountains, washing the pale lavender sky with ribbons of pink and peach.

I arrived at the farmyard to be met by my squawking friend, Buffy. Buffy and I conversed a bit about the day. Buffy protested her treat of a banana. Obviously she is one picky chicken. And after we bonded for a bit sharing nostalgic memories of both of our deceased sisters, I headed my trusty steed back toward home where my kitchen was certain to be fragrant with the perfume of the coffee that hadn't finishd brewing when I left.

On my journey, I turned the radio on. It was tuned to NPR which I, of course, listen to quite often since it ...ummm.... stimulates me intellectually ... yea, yea, that's it.

And Car Talk was on. Which is a show I have never listened to before.

And after they did some transmission blah, blah, blah talk they started talking about how men can never find anything that their wives ask them to find.

One example was when the commentators brother wanted to make some recipe that needed black olives and bread crumbs. His wife told him, "they are right there in the pantry," and he looked and looked but couldn't find them.

He went back and said, "there isn't any, I will go to the store," and she said, "no they're in there look again!"

And he looked!

And his wife was, obviously, wrong because there were no olives or bread crumbs.

So he went to the store and brought some home and there, on the counter, were five cans of black olives and three containers of bread crumbs.

And when I came home I grabbed a cup of coffee and told Mr. Jenny this hilarious story but he did not find it nearly as funny as I did. Kind of like the dead chicken post that cracked me up and that most of you didn't find funny at all!

So I told him I was going to write my post about how he can't find anything either and how that would be really funny because probably every guy in the universe does the exact same thing.

And he told me, "No."

And I said, "No?"

And he said, "No, I don't think that would be funny."

So I'm not writing about it.

But just so you know I feel incredibly censored!
And I am getting ready to rise up in protest of not being able to tell you this important story!

Wanna join me?

Sigh...