Benadryl Land

People have been suggesting I take Benadryl for my Poison Ivy rash. I haven't because I knew it would knock me on my butt. My stomach hurt all day yesterday. It's a new hurt. Probably an ulcer. Or cancer. Who has time to go to the doctor these days?

So I took ONE teeny-tiny Benadryl after work. I thought it might ease the ride through the stomach pain since an entire 99 cents roll of Tums didn't do squat.

Siiigggghhhh. It were as though I had never itched in my entire life. Ever. Not once! Of course it knocked me on my behind. What can I say? I'm a light weight. Day-Quil puts me out. Half a Vicodin puts me into a half-coma.

And, to my amazement, Benadryl made me quite the conversationalist. I was telling Shawn about how sick I am of hearing about the housing market. Oh boo-hoo, the realtors didn't make their $300,000 this week and boo-hoo the title companies didn't make their $1,000 this ten minuets. Oh poor them!

You know why people aren't buying houses? Because we're spending our money on gasoline, and everything that gasoline affects thereof. Milk goes up, beef goes up. Gas makes this country go round. So forgive me if I wasn't able to purchase three homes this week. Boo-hoo. Why aren't they talking about the milk or beef market? Always with the housing market!

Well, it sounded a lot better last night while I was vacationing in Benadryl Land. I made many more interesting points about many things....I just can't seem to remember any of it.


Was gonna paste Bill Engvall's Vicodin Land bit here. Can't find it on YouTube