Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I'm Bringing Sexy Back

This was before I joined Weight Watchers (last Tuesday) and quit smoking (also last Tuesday).  A full week on both.  And boy, am I grumpy!
And when I use a cute little term like "grumpy," rest assured that what I really mean is that I could deforest Alaska with my mood.

I should have posted this picture months ago, so I could see the low I had fallen to. When you pass out reading "King Leopold's Ghost" after eating 1/2 a box of Mike & Ike's, it is time for an intervention.

No, I think what did it for me, finally, was waking up and feeling like I'd inhaled knives overnight, and then getting winded just looking at the skin between my chin and where air should be.

In other news, we're probably going to list our house for sale soon.
In hopeful news, we'll pull some equity out because we got a steal, and since we bought so safely and STILL have enough money to eat out every night (see lack of graceful neck..above) we are going to throw some more of our money into a home where perhaps our next door neighbor doesn't blast an oldies rock station every weekend day, all day long.

In fact, as a tangent, I believe he recorded 10 solid hours of the radio one day and plays that constantly instead.  I could practically TELL you that Paint It Black is going to come right after Tom Sawyer.  Bet me if you think I'll be wrong.

It doesn't matter that we can't hear ourselves think in our tiny and spider-infested house, no, the music has to be loud enough for him to hear over his riding mower.  Yes, he plays music loud enough so he can hear it over the sound of a lawnmower.  And it has been two years without an assault from me, so generally, I think I've mellowed.  

But perhaps that would be okay, if not for the family that moved in during the nights last week and proceeded to throw two parties on both days of the weekend, where 8 cars came screaming down our lane and they burned meat for several hours straight, having conveniently placed their hibachi so that great plumes of charred meat smoke billowed past the back windows of our house.  

Cross your fingers and wish us luck.



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm laughing so hard right now, not at you, but with you, because I am right there, my friend. The funniest part of the picture is the little pile of Mike & Ike's that slipped from your fingers after falling asleep...I needed that. Thanks! skroll

Platypus King said...

Yes, I showed this picture to several of my co-workers...

In listing the house, let's just not mention our new neighbor's proclivities for partying.

Jonathan said...

We have had the good luck of an old lady living next door to us for the last several years. She either died or went into a home, so we are now fearing who or what might move in next door.

Perhaps we can scare people away?

Alison, Craig, & Isla said...

Just caught up on your blog, and it looks like you aren't coming to Scotland anymore??