I say two disturbing things today, and each made me think of a little thing called common sense. I would like to thing I use it for the most part. Anyways, as I was on my daily drive to the post office, I looked over at the car repair shop. To my suprise, I saw the mechanic, underneath a car, oil on his hands and everywhere else I'm sure, smoking a cigarette. Maybe I am wrong, but that doesn't seem okay to me. Next, as I was reading some celeb gossip on the internet (I know, how gay is that) I saw a picture of Britney Spears, driving with little Sean Preston, ON HER LAP. I know that before you have kids, there is not a real good mommy manual, but I am pretty sure someone covered some car seat information at some time during her pregnancy. Give me a break, the big burly security gaurd she was with could not take care of the paparazzi while she buckled her son up? Or even hand the baby to him while they got in the car and he could buckle him up as she sped away. It's so hard to be Britney Spears. I could keep on going, but that is enough common sense for me tonight.