Butts and Guts

There is a huge sign in a strip center near my church that screams, "COLON AND RECTAL CARE." I don't know about you but I wouldn't be keen on going there for a diagnosis or treatment. I wouldn't even want to park near the sign.

My mother is a medical transcriber, a career I do not aspire to. (I've seen the hours and I might become suicidal listening to other people's medical histories.) Her primary physicians work in gastrointestinal (GI) practices in one of our country's premier hospitals. I have never been in their offices but I'm guessing there are no humongous Colon and Rectal Care signs.

In our silly moments, my mother and I refer to GI medicine as "Butts and Guts." Recently she's added a psychiatrist to her roster of physicians so now it's Butts, Guts and Nuts.

Great Signage

Our route to our friends' lake cottage takes us through many small towns. Lots of lawn ornaments and the outdoor signs are hysterical.

My personal favorite is the two Baptist churches side by side. The new one has a big, fancy sign that says something like, "New Faith Baptist Church." The one next door has a sign that says, "Old Regular Baptist Church."

A few years ago we were driving up with friends and someone had painted in their window, "Meery Christmas." During the holidays, we still say, "Meery Christmas."

With gas prices going through the roof, one of the local liquor stores put up a sign that said, "Drinks are cheaper. Drink instead of driving."