Next time, keep me occupied
Killing time in Barnes and Noble today, I was looking through the self help aisles when I stumbled onto this title: 
That’s right. Sex for DUMMIES, written by none other than world renown sexpert Dr. Ruth. I became afraid, very afraid. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m not sure I want to encourage dummies to have sex. I mean, there’s a reason people say stupid people shouldn’t breed. Think how much better off we’d be if George I and Barbara had been a little better at birth control.
Seriously though, the first time I heard Dr. Ruth speak it was while I was flipping channels on the radio. I thought I’d happened on a Gilda Radner Baba Wawa sketch. God, I miss Gilda Radner.
Actually, I like Dr Ruth. Despite the fact that I can’t decipher a word she says, she’s the only nationally known figure who’s shorter than I am. Now that’s saying something.
Dr. Ruth makes a lot of sense, but listening to her is an exercise in patience. Have you ever Sue Johanssen on Sex Talk? She really creeps me out…
Hey Chicki,
No I haven’t had the displeasure. LOL I tend not to listen to sex therapists talk. It puts me in mind of my junior high school health teacher–a woman one wimpel short of the nunnery–talking about tampons. I get an instant stomach ache and never want to have sex again. Ugh!
All the best,
dee
A good many vaubllaes you’ve given me.