My house is sort of out in the boonies.  The only things around me are other neighborhoods, a cemetery, and a gas station.   Obviously, there’s not a whole lot do in this pooptastic** town. 

Last night, Tate sent me out to buy him some beer at the gas station, saying, “buy me some beer woman!” (He didn’t really say that.)   As I parked in front of the door, I noticed that there was a couple sitting at one of the booths inside.  They were very apparently on a date and were being all ooey gooey with each other.  I laughed out loud to myself, thinking how I couldn’t wait to tell you all how pathetic these two were for having a date at a gas station.  Silly small town LOSERS.

As I was cackling my evil cackle, the “nice” part of me reminded myself that our old high school hang out was the Git-n-Go so I should just shut up and stop making fun of them.   Humbled, I started thinking about how Git-n-Go was THE place to be on a Friday night to find out where the parties were, to see cute boys, and to hopefully score some beer from a person kind stupid enough to buy for a sixteen-year-old.  Then I remembered that Git-n-Go was even the place to be when I was in college.  Everyone would go there after the bars closed for more beer and cigarettes.  You’d find out where the post-parties were, see cute boys, and hopefully score some beer from some horny guy hoping to get you even more drunk.

Then!  I remembered that Git-n-Go no longer exists and that it is now called Kum & Go.  That’s right, it’s called the Kum & Go.  I’m not sure if a stupider name exists for a combination gas station and convenience store.   Stupid or not, though, it makes me giggle every single time I think about it.

This led me to wonder if teenagers these days still hang at the Kum & Go?  Also, how weird would it be to go on a date to a place called the Kum & Go? 

Then I started thinking about this restaurant somewhere along I-44 called the Du Kum Inn.  I bet people do actually go on dates to this place since it is actually a restaurant.  I can’t fathom eating at a restaurant with the word “kum” in the title.   Could you imagine ordering the chicken breast covered in a light cream sauce?  Yuck.  But still pretty funny.

Then I realized that I’m actually a big, huge loser for spending my Friday night making a beer run for my husband and giggling like a 5th grader whenever I hear “Kum & Go” and “Du Kum Inn.”

When I got home I made a to-do list:
1.  Get a life

**I’m attempting to curb my use of swear words and make myself a better person in the process.  So far I’m failing miserably with the spoken word.  Luckily I can be as successful as the delete key will allow in written form.

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If you wouldn’t mind, I mean, if you have an extra minute, would you maybe go nominate my blog over at the Bloggies under the category, “Best Kept Secret Weblog?”    Since you have to vote for three in order to vote, and she gave me the idea, would it be alright if you voted for Mrs. Fussypants for “Best New Weblog?”  Everyone loves Fussy, right! 

Please? 

Thank you, thank you, thank you.  I’d much appreciate it.