So it seems like all of my “friends” have been bit by the blogging bug. Never one inclined to do anything original, why not throw in my 2 cents while the videos have dried up…
Try as I might, I can’t get my mind off work. I think about it while I’m driving. I think about it while I’m tossing in bed. Oddly enough the only place I don’t think about it is at work. That’s when I think of a pumpkin pie eating me!
Kat and I went to FutureShop on the weekend to pick up a couple things. Drove home in the worst whiteout I’ve experienced yet. My greatest achievement wasn’t actually making it home, but spending almost an hour creeping along at 5 km/hr and not yelling at Kat. Only taken 10 years, but we’ve finally started to get along.
Last Thursday I felt like celebrating my morbid obesity. Went to the “Bank of China” for some takeout. While waiting, decided to track down a delicious ice-creamy treat at the local Robomart. Big-boned kid behind the counter tells me they’re out of ice cream. I consider a weight-related insult, then realize that I’m the one who’s 500 pounds and looking for ice cream on a -15 degree Winter night. Who’s the one with the problem here?
Off to bed. An early night for me. Gotta get to the dentist for 8:30.
“We need to replace that old metal filling with a ceramic one,” they said.
“Yeah, now that you’ve done that it hurts like a c*** whenever I bite down,” I returned.
“Well then we’ll have to take it out and put a metal one back in.”
“Why do you suck and where the F can I get some ice cream?!”
“Shut up, bucky.”