WDJS and WWJS

I'm finding that I have a case of bloggers block combined with symptoms of fatigue, overwork, ennui, exhaustion, and a case of the nasty stomach bug that's floating around. It's not pretty. I don't feel pretty. In fact, I feel pretty darn nasty. I went looking for a remedy for the latter symptom in the form of the ubiquitous saltines in my local grocery store and couldn't immediately find them.

Then I said to myself,

"Self," cause that I said, "What Did J Say?"

Dear readers, I have been proclaiming for years that I'm not the funny one in the family (I'm the funny LOOKING one). My bro J is quite snarkily witty.

Here's his earlier rant on crackers.

Saltines get the shaft. In looking for them, I dutifully searched the cracker aisle. After a few moments of fruitless hunting, I finally had to ask a stock girl where they kept the “nasty saltines that no one wants but everyone eventually needs.” She pointed me to the far side of the aisle, bottom shelf. Which really means floor. Saltines get hidden away from all the so-called “good” crackers on the floor.

It’s cracker discrimination at its most blatant.

From now on, that old mantra WWJD is being replaced by WDJS or WWJS for What Would J Say?.

Cause he's usually thought of it first. And funnier ... and um, you know, more articulate.

Excuse me while I go and eat those saltines now -- and nasty ginger ale.

Yum.