I can do the next MMP if no one else has the guts. It’ll probably be written Sunday evening, but I’ll have enough time on Monday to post it before I leave for work.
Of course, I make no promises, since I used my only good idea the last time I did it…
(That’s what you call a pre-emptive disclaimer.)
Listen to my little story of my one and only suit. It has done me well, going through 5 funerals, 4 job interviews, and a couple of church services. I got the suit in 1999, when I wasn’t quite my biggest, but still in the low 300s.
When I was at my biggest I could still wear it, but it was snug. I’ve now lost 80 lbs, and there’s 50-60 to go. The days of my suit are numbered, and here’s photographic evidence why.
I had a surprise job interview today, from a company who found my resume on a job hunting web site. It was local, and I thought I’d give it a shot for the heck of it. My mind is just now coming to grips with my weight loss, and I figured I should try on this suit to see what I’d look like for today.
You could hide a small car in there…
Even the dress shirt wasn’t spared
Free to good home: 1 Italian cut wool blend men’s 2 piece business suit, purchased from Men’s Wearhouse in November 1999. New owner must be a big guy…
Bobbio the Loser.
Dang, Bob, that’s mighty impressive. Hubba hubba!
Hey, jayjay, that puts you right in my age range!
(I just worke up from what was supposed to be an hour nap, but turned out to be 4 when I slept through my alarm twice.|)
Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi! I couldn’t see any bread crumbs but I broke out the GPS and found the MMP. Stupid filter at work still doesn’t let me come play.
What’ve I done this week? I had my hair re-blonded, planted many planties, then bought some more. Potato chip cookies are good, actually. Doctor, then doctor again, vote, teach, teach, yell, teach, yell. No, I will not go out with you; you’re my student that’s why. Parent conference. Goodbye confused student. Stop eating the tissue box you goofy cat. Roach in the lunch room! EeeeeEEEE!!! Shredding bills from as far back as 2002 is boring. Why can’t I just burn them out in the back? Yay! Time for computer stuff.
Wow-- can you wrap the jacket all the way around to the back, Bobbio? What a wonderful kind of loser to be.
Off to watch CSI then back here to read the second part of this humungo MMP.
Ooh, I’m dying my hair this week too! It’s going to be the same color that it is now, but with a slight reddish tint.
I was just thinking about getting my hair dyed. Problem is, I’m so bad about getting appointments done that I know that I wouldn’t take good care of my hair in terms of keeping the color. Add in the fact that I want to go red, and it’s just not gonna happen. Besides, I’m afraid of getting in to the infinite loop of dying (hair, that is, not re-incarnation).
Susan
Yay! I’m in someone cute’s age range!
But there aren’t any bushes around my house for you to hide in… 
Bobbio! WOW! you loser! I thought with the first pic that maybe you could squeak one more wearing from it - after all, the pants were staying up somehow - didn’t know that was the 'spenders at work!
Ashes[sup]2[/sup], busy week for you. I have a paper bag under my desk for all the papers and we have a burn barrel that gets fired up once every couple months to get rid of it. (We live out in the boonies and have to cart our garbage to the dumpsters so any decrease is worth it.) 'Course, we can’t burn when it’s really dry, so it builds up a lot during the summer. Which reminds me it’s about time to burn…
I don’t have any either. Hmm.
You know what else I don’t have is a roommate. This means that for a nominal 10 dollar fee, I can have (male only) overnight visitors. So you could just shack up in my room if you got an hankering for bushes, since there are no bushes.
There was great excitement in FairyChatLand last night. Well, not all that great, and not particularly exciting, but it was a break from our usual evening routine.
The cat puked in the living room.
We were in the family room and we heard an odd cat noise - investigation found Mr. Puss (that’s become his name, I think) arching towards a yellowish, icky pile on my beautiful cream colored carpet. He actually left 2 nasty messes. So FCD cleaned up the big messes, and I got the portable shampooer thingie and scrubbed the last of the stains up.
The cat seems to be fine. He was purring and accepting of scritches, and this morning when I tossed some kibble into his bowl, he pounced on it. We have no idea what caused the abdominal rejection, but if I happens again, I suppose a call to the vet would be in order.
Oh yeah, and tho this is only borderline TMI for this group: I was amazed how much came out of such a small cat! I’m thinking he may have been responsible for the last mess that I blamed on the dog.
Wow - there’s a deer in my yard! Bernie started barking in the dining room - that’s where the sliding glass door is - and I figured there was a squirrel out there or something. Nope - it’s a doe out in the unmanicured part of the yard. (We decided to just mow and rake immediately around the house and to let the rest of the lot go natural.) FCD said a couple of weeks ago, he took the dog out, on a leash since she likes to escape, and they walked right past a deer who was lying behind one of our sheds. She took off immediately, and the idiot dog suddenly realized there was a critter in her yard, so she took off, nearly dislocating FCD’s shoulder.
I’m not surprised to see deer since we live in the boonies, but I am surprised that they come over the fence. And I’d rather see one in my yard than on the road in front of me when I’m going to work.
One of the things I really love about going up to mom’s house is the deer. See, there’s woods all behind where my mom and sister live (houses side by side) so they see a lot of deer, possums, racoons and other fauna type critters. I love watchin’ the deer romping around in the big ol’ field early in the morning.
I say go for posting the MMP FCM. You could talk about all the stuff you’ve washed in your new washer and dried in your new dryer. We’re an easy bunch to entertain. Can you imagine a whole week worth of posts about stuff that’s been washed and dried? I couldn’t imagine it anywhere but here. 
Aw shoot! I forgot to comment on Bobbio’s pics. May I say, ROWR and WOOF Lookin’ good there! You’ve also caused google ads on suit sales. Maybe you need to go to the suit store. Speaking of which, the sale is over. However, there will be a big after Thanksgiving sale according to the big banner hanging in front of the store. Did I mention I pass the store at least once a day cause it’s on my route home from work? Not on my route to work though, cause I have a different route to come to work. What? It makes sense!
Interestingly enough, I woke up with an idea, which I committed to paper this morning. So the MMP is ready to go. Are you impressed? Now I just need to remember to post before I go to work on Monday.
Well what could be more important than what to post for the MMP? Of course you woke up with that on your mind.
Bobbio - congrats on the weight loss! You look great! FCM, I’m looking forward to your MMP. You’re so lucky to have wild aminals on your property! The most I ever get are squirrels. But I live in the city.
TGIF, gang! It’s been a long boring week.
Oh, an aminal related incident did happen. We had pork chops the other night. I gave my dog a bone outside. When he finished it, he came back in. We were watching TV, and I noticed him trying to bite the air or something. Turns out he had some bony cartilage stuff stuck down over his teeth and couldn’t get it out. I got it out for him. He kissed me. 
Yeah, that nature crap is really cool!
That’s settled then. Good. I’ll volunteer for the following week if no one objects. See, I’m just not waiting for something ELSE to pop outta a dog. 
bobbio, you are definitely beginning to live up to your name!!! ROWR and WOOF as swampy said!
fcm, I wouldn’t worry too much about the kitty. In my experience, both cats and dogs upchuck just for the hell of it and are perfectly fine. My old lady cat will do it if she eats and then drinks too much water. Just goes “Hooka, hooka, BLATH!!” and it’s all over.
And we reach another Friday…still adrift…not knowing when our fearless leader will return to the helm…
Did anybody get the beer? Party on!!
I swear I read every page of the MMP, but now I can’t remember what all my responses for everything were, so everyone assume I responded to you.
I so don’t want to be here today. But it’s FRIDAY! insert much rejoicing Tonight, I plan to sit down and work on my NaNo (I’m more than halfway done, but while I finally had somebody find the body, I’m not sure where to go from here) while eating ice cream on the couch.
Tomorrow morning, I have to take poor Khan to the dreaded vet because he’s lost most of the hair on his tail for some reason I can’t figure out. Then I have to go to the hair salon where we got spiffed up for Hell’s Wedding because they waited three weeks to cash my check, and then I suck at math, so it bounced. Now I owe them twelve extra dollars because they’re procrastinators. Or that’s what I’m going to continue to tell myself.
And then on Sunday, it’s House Inspection Time! My realtor doesn’t like my inspector because he thinks he’s pushy and takes too long to inspect things. (Goddess forbid he do a thorough job, apparently.) My inspector thinks my realtor is an uptight prig. (Which may not be wrong.) There may be a dignified, prudish fight to the death at the Bell Tower on Sunday morning.
Today, however, there is the bi-weekly paycheck trip to Target. I have already tucked away my sixty dollars, and am ready to shop/
