Yesterday I accompanied my mother-in-law to the doctor . . . somewhat/maybe-not/supposed-to-be routine check-up. One of the doctor's main concerns was that my mother-in-law is like a speedy gonzales. She doesn't stop to smell the roses . . . OR to chew her food properly, which causes indigestion (among other things). Tonight I went to wal-mart and when I was done shopping I started searching the different check-out lines for the shortest one. If you're anything like me, I can't stand a ...