10 pounds down 32 pounds to go!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

"But sweetie, you'll get bedsores."

I'm taking a quick break in my domestic duties to tell you all how very disappointed I am that while I feel ill I'm not sick enough to lose thirty pounds. A little stomach flu never hurt anyone! Sigh. There's always next time. Perhaps I'll mail order a tape worm.

And that's where I want to stop because my blog has turned into a collection of brain dead text messages. My narcissism level is critically low lately. But perhaps I should keep typing till I get a paragraph? Or even two. I applied to work at some banks today. It just occurred to me that it might be a good idea, better late than never...maybe. I suppose it's better than debtor's prison but the more i think about it it's very much the same, only the clothes are less dickensian. And that's it, I'm spent. I have not another thing to say. Or Blog. Jolie is making out with a clifford doll and it's taking all of my attention. They make a very cute couple.


The Merry said...

Banks. Huh.
I worked for a bank once. Once.

Part of my job was to work up some promotional flyers for a company art fair. In one flyer, I used a picture of Michaelangelo's David.

They rejected the flyer. Not because they didn't like Art, but because David "didn't meet the company's standard dress code."

You sure you want to work for a bank?

Amy said...

i really don't want to work for a bank but i know how to play that game...le sigh.