This is a polite Public Service Announcement.  Recently my innocent (yeah right) eyes have been scarred by the sights I have been forced to see while driving.  Let me say that there are certain situations in which I expect to be completely grossed out and made to vomit.  Like when watching my brother-in-law eat I expect to get sick. . . he has an obsession with eating birds of the air and sliding his teeth across the bone to get the meat off of the poor bird’s leg, arm, wing, etc..  I think he even eats the veins.  Sick!  One time he ate a stinkin duck(it really did smell bad) at a restaurant across from me.  It had the beak on it and everything.  I almost puked on the table!  I love him but I’ll starve before you find me pullin some meat off of something with all of it’s body parts still in tact!

Returning to the PSA, while driving down major thoroughfares in Southlake and T Club (I’ve decided to re-name my town) over the past few weeks I have seen the same sight several times (a sight in which I have had to do a “Bless Their Heart”).  So here is my Public Service Announcement:  If your name is not David Beckham or Matthew McConaughey (or you can not get a body double part for one of them) PLEASE do not run in public with your shirt off (especially if you might need a sports bra)!  I am running out of blessings for all of your hearts!  I know this sounds mean and cruel but actually it’s their wives that are mean and cruel for letting them go out like that.  I’m just trying to say we all should just accept our limitations.  You won’t find me prancing around in a bikini.  I’ve had three kids and let’s just say things aren’t as tight as they used to be!  It’s ok.  We don’t have to pretend that we’re hot when we’re not (just kidding . . . that rhymed so I had to say it)!  I commend these men for exercising and trying to get in shape.  Just do it with your shirt on, that’s all.  That way I won’t have to feel sorry for you, bless your heart, and pray you don’t have a heart attack while your on that jog.

I probably shouldn’t post this because it sounds really mean (but I’m not trying to be).  I guess I’ll go ask for forgiveness at confession tomorrow.  Oh yeah, I’m not Catholic!

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