OK. I know you have missed me. I have a lot on tap so I might have to break it up into a couple entries.
First off I have a chilling gas station story. Last week I was driving to work and realized I was without my wallet. That is fine as I had my lunch packed but then I realize I have no gas. This, too, turned out to be ok. I was carpooling with the Ebone and had enough gas to get to the commuter lot. The wife had an appointment somewhere past the car lot and would be able to drop my wallet in my car and I could fuel up on the way home. Well I never got in touch with her before she left the house so I had to fall back on plan B. I would hit up Ebone for a 20 spot and be done with it. Well I kind of fell asleep on the way home and when I woke up at the lot the loan slipped my mind. SO now Ebone is gone and I am on fumes. I start fumbling through the ride for change. I come up with the $2.00 in quarters. WEAK. Not what I want to do but I have no choice. I have often wondered who actually pays with cash any more. Now I know. Well I get to the gas station and do a deep cavity search of the ride. I, fortunately, find my poker winnings container. Well most of it is in quarters but I happen to find a $5 spot. I am saved. Still walking into the Qwikky Pikky with a five is not nice but much better than with 8 shiny quarters. Thus I had to speak the dreaded words, "I'll take five on thirteen".
In other news, I have dropped a couple lbs lately. Just eating smaller portions, snacking less and a slight, slight drop in beer consumption. Well I got the dagger on Tuesday. We were picking up Happy Ass meals for the kids at McDs and the wife pummels my midsection with one sentence. "Hey honey, the have McRibs again." Now I have willpower most of the time. I am not watching porn 24/7 online. I am not eating cakes all night. I don't even drink too many sudsies on the weekends and almost none during the week. But I cannot turn down a McRib. I ordered 4 and knocked them out in the next 18 hours. I am WEAK.
Lumpy is back in town. The big poker game is on for Friday. Lumpy had issues earlier this week with trick-or-treaters. He was trying to stand his ground and refuse candy to children that didn't have costumes on or children that were not of his same ethnic background. He was overruled by his better half. Fortunately for him, because them damn kids would have egged his stingy ass.
On the disturbing front, check out Sandwich Artist's Myspace page. What is more disturbing to you, SA with a cowboy hat and a little boy, or his list of friends? You know what is more disturbing to me? The fact that I am going to training out of town and I have to share a room with this freak.
I have a bunch of kid stories so I will have to write another post for them. But I do have a Neckbone update. No, he hasn't dragged his fat ass to the tennis courts to let me drub him, but he has surfaced. He hates his job, wants to crawl back to his old job. You would think that he would beg and plead to get his comfy job back. No. He wants a raise!!!! The friggin cajones on some people.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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