My trip to the dentist today was an interesting one indeed;  my first alone drive out to Celebration. 
So, once I got arrived in Stepford I went in the waiting hall to do what most do there, wait.  It was nice to sit and relax and read something witty about America from last June's Readers Digest.  As I approached the end of the article and went to turn the page my ears jumped into the conversation next to me. Set the scene; a very skinny, very plastic trophy wife and her eighth grade brat.
They sat there as she tried to fish out information about his day.  He, being the sport that he is, did not want to respond.  Instead he complained that his new iPhone had scratches on it and he wanted a new one.  The mother gently explained, as mother's do so well, of the cost of the gadget and led into the whole money conversation. Lord only knows what the father did for a living, but for them to afford the lifestyle in Celebration, a set of keys dawned with the Lexus emblem, and a new iPhone, it must be a good one. 
It angered me simply because this child does not realize how good he has it.  I am scraping for money, hoping for a job, and just waiting for January to roll around and for Obama to cut my families taxes- yay!  It also angered me because, the entire time I was listening to their bickering, I didn't finish my intriging article.
Oh well.

Tomorrow is Halloween.  I shall be decked out as Darth Vader, it shall be sinister. Yummy Candy.

Britney Spears is back.
I'm glad.

Good night.
-G.