All I Got Is Spam

Sometimes spam makes me laugh. Not the spam in the can that always looks so lonely on the grocery store shelf (and which my husband swears is wonderful), but the spam in my comments that I occasionally get. Occasionally is the key word here; thankfully blogger does a great job of filtering through them.

Cialis. Have I not already said that you are not needed?
Online Pharmacy. I like Walgreens, I gotta say.
New Guy Wanting Me To Help Pay His Tuition Loans. Seriously?

If I'm helping anybody pay tuition loans, it will be me helping me (and I'm sorry to sound so selfish on such a beautiful memorial holiday). Believe me, I'm trying to figure out how I can get those things paid without having to actually pay them. I think it has something to do with being a family member of somebody in Congress. Okay, okay. For the record, Snopes proved this wrong. It still gets my husband fired up every time, though... makes for great dinnertime conversation. At any rate, whether it's spam in the comments or spam in the email, spam has become the new telemarketer, in my opinion. Some of it's funny; some of it's offensive; all of it is very persistent.

And if all I've got to talk about is spam... well, I'm thinking I don't have much to talk about. Besides, I've got a watermelon to cut into, burgers to make, and friends to greet. Maybe I'll enlighten them on the characteristics of spam.

Happy Memorial Day

Thanks to my grandfathers, uncles, my awesome brother,

and the rest of you out there. You know who you are.