A little bit naughty.

My friend had this story posted on her blog. She is the wife of a Stake President so I figure if it were good enough for her, a mother and grandmother to many then I should not feel bad about thinking this is super funny too.

"Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, inspite of two different specialities, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel. Dr. Smith was a psychologist and Dr. Jones was a proctologist; they put together a sign reading, "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones "Hysterias and Posteriors." The town counsel was livid and insist they changed it. So, the docs changed it to read, "Schizoids and Hemorrhoids." This was also not acceptable so they changed the sign again. "Catatonics and High Colonics"... no go. Next they tried Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives"...thumbs down again. Then came "Minds and Behinds"... still no. Another attempt resulted in "Lost Souls and Butt Holes"... unacceptable again. So they tried, "Analysis and Anal Cysts"... not a chance. "Nuts and Butts"... no way. "Freaks and Cheeks"... still no good. "Loons and Moons"... forget it. Almost at their wits ends the doctors came up with "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones Odds and Ends." And everyone loved it.

I hope you can continue thinking that I am a proper and refined person.

Well, as long as we're discussing naughty words let me tell you that my head is full of them right now. Jeff and I got some discounted tickets to a musical that is playing here. I hadn't heard anything about this show but I figure that musicals are fun, peppy, entertaining, happy and especially if it's won 3 Tony Awards then it must be a great show, right? WRONG!! Within 10 minutes of the show starting I had the urge to get up and leave. Within 10 minutes my ears heard more nastiness than I've heard in a long time. Within the space of 1 hour I heard the "F" bomber more times than I have fingers to count. The general theme of the show was real but oh so depressing. Truly, if we weren't sitting smack in the middle of the row we would have left earlier. I have enough problems and stress in my life that I don't want to go out and see the troubles of someone else played out on a stage. We left at intermission. The show was "Next to Normal." Great singing, neat set, good music. But, depressing and too many "F" bombs. (really, is that even necessary?)

There. Now you can really think that I am refined.