September 15, 2014
Horse butts in the title will draw all the readers in.
(Sorry if you’re looking for horse butt porn.)
(There are pictures though.)
I’ve been on a nice weight loss streak. Slow and steady. I’m down 27 pounds (last time I weighed in) and from a size 48 to fitting into a size 42. It’s been awesome but resulted in so many of my clothes are way big on me. The wifebot keeps joking that I look like a kid trying to wear his dad’s clothes. So on to the thrift store.
Where I came across this tie:
Now the first thing I noticed was there were horse butts. Then I saw the birds. Here is where the controversy begins. I’m pretty sure that those birds are eating the horse’s poop. The wife thinks it’s just leaves but I’m pretty sure it’s poop.
Also: this tie was brown, there was another tie with horse butts that was another color. Some horse butt fetishist must have passed away.
What do you think is it poop?
July 21, 2014
Today is the first Monday back after a week in Martha’s Vineyard and P Town. Now for most people that sucks. I’m off on Mondays so joke’s on you. What’s that I’m off on Mondays but have to work on Sundays so my first day back was yesterday?
Oh. Nevermind then.
This won’t be about the Vineyard or P Town. I’ll probably do a post about it soon but I’ll say this: It was “bear” week in P Town. I’ll give you a taste
(of our vacation not the bears)
That’s me sneaking a kiss with a mermaid at Bad Martha’s Brewery.
AnyBearsLoveMe I went back to work yesterday. We got back Friday night so I had an entire day to get ready. It didn’t help. Saturday night the Late Shift movie was Army of Darkness. It was a midnight showing and I skipped it to be totally refreshed for work the next day.
It didn’t help.
The morning was rough. I did have homemade granola I made the night before. It was tasty. I couldn’t get myself going and only managed to have a cup and a half of coffee. I had to answer the same vacation question 63 times, which made me wish I was still drinking Guatemalan rum on Martha’s Vineyard.
To make matters worse I was assigned a gallery that would mean I would be mostly by myself. I love the gallery and the show in it (Conservation in Focus: Caravaggio’s Crucifixion of Saint Andrew) It’s a good show and you should check it out. It of course doesn’t allow for much interaction. One good thing is it has a counter and I like to pretend it’s a thermal detonator I continually show Jabba the Hutt.
As the day wore on I got sleepier and sleepier. The last hour of the day a group of visitors came in. They enjoyed the show and watched the videos. Soon one of them looked over at me and stopped. She began walking over to me with a real purpose. Her eyes were right on mine. She slow walked toward me not saying anything. Her eyes were severe and then she stopped a few steps from me and looked at me with a hard gaze.
My mind raced. Did I use to work with her? Was her husband one of the bears in P Town? Did I once tell her something wrong about Vermeer? What was it?
I was on the verge of blurting out “I didn’t do it” And running.
She took a sharp breath and said “I wanted to let you know I appreciate your tie.” Everyone loves my Spider-Man tie. Some just show it differently.