LET'S FIND SOMEONE TO BLAME

I blame restrictions on advertising for my current slump in weight loss.

Now, it's a wonderful idea to have limits on advertising. It's irritating to have huge signs for fast food restaurants, supermarkets and malls blocking the view of our beautiful mountains. It's a negative distraction from driving, which continues to get crazier and faster all the time, so the concept of smaller, less obtrusive symbols is great.

Except when you aren't from where you are.

Yesterday I was in a city which I don't know well (read that "Tucson"), following a medical appointment where my eyes were chemically dilated (read that "blurred vision"), trying to find Costco on the east side (read that "almost hopelessly lost") while also searching for a fast food restaurant (read that "crazed with hunger") and in need of a nap (read that "someone gimme a Diet Coke quick").

And I was cursing under my breath the fact that Tucson is now submitting to those insane regulations the liberal environmental nuts have forced on the general law-abiding solid citizens who need to know exactly where to turn in order to stuff their already-obese faces with more cholesterol-laden and saturated-fat-clinging junk food. I finally found the Costco.

But, because of the lack of signs, I was FORCED to eat a Wendy's LARGE chocolate Frosty, simply because I could not find ANY PLACE ELSE.

See? I'm not responsible.