Someone filled the skeleton dish on my desk with Crunch & KitKat.  Why!?! 

Free candy = good

KitKat = crack

Crack = O.D.

*sigh*

No pictures from me as of yet.  I refuse to pay six whole American dollars for 4 AA batteries.  But have no fear, I am stealing the ones from my scale before I head back down in a few minutes.

As for the whole "staring at the host's balls" thing Ang mentions.... I was being harassed!  *sniff*  And only verbally harassed at that.  The host of the peener parade kept insisting that I look at is eyes and not his balls.  Someone should let him in on the female secret.  Unlike men, who seem to believe our voices come out of thin air, women are visual folks who like heads.  Yes, I am fully aware that men have two, but generally we are only interested in the one on the shoulders.  The one below the belt rarely performs to expectation.

I too have a picture with the Thunder sluts, but I hate it and doubt it will ever see the light of day.  Guess I will have to go back for another one.  *insert quasi evil laugh*

Like Ang, I was much more impressed with the Czar at Tournament of Kings.  Holy bat crap I would have molested him nine ways from Sunday is given even half a chance.  I'm still hot I wasn't able to pet the horse.  Pretty horsey!

Now I must prepare for the evening's festivities.

 

For those that are interested, Ang has made it to fabulous Sin City.  I'll be going down in the morning and the fun shall begin.  Who's got the bail money?

I don't like ass kissers, flag wavers, or team players.  I like people who buck the system.  Individualists.  I often warn kids, "Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, 'There is no "I" in team.'  What you should tell them is, 'Maybe not.  But there is an "I" in independence, individuality, and integrity.'"  -George Carlin

On the same note....

As Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there's an "I" in meat pie. Meat is the anagram of team... I don't know what he's talking about.  -Shaun of the Dead

I have a nasty case of bronchitis.  A week before multiple peener shows.  A week before copious amounts of alcohol.  Most importantly, a week before Ang arrives.

The doctor prescribed some antibiotics that he assured me would not cause "female" problems because he would hate for me to be "bitchy."  heh  He's a fucking riot.  He also threw in the mandatory cough syrup with bonus narcotic to help me sleep.  So far all it has managed to do is give me a mean case of the munchies.

There are still a few things I need to get done before the belle of the ball arrives next week.  Secret things that I can not discuss.  This is a bad time for me to be sick.

 

Many bazillions of thanks to Ang.  She rocks harder than you.  Ha!

I was informed just a few moments ago that I will be receiving one of my holiday gifts on November 18th.  Then I was told what it is.  I squealed like a 12 year-old at a NKOTB show.

*Horrible subject segue*  Anchored squats suck.  Monster suck.  My quads feel like rocks.  They should only feel like this after I've done something comepltely... freaky.  Two days in a row of pilates is not a good thing, but they were the only ones available this week.  OK, so it wasn't just the squats that turned my quads into painful boulders, but I think it is what pushed me over the edge.  When my trainer dropped by the office this morning to say hi I hissed at her.  Literally.  She laughed.  If I could have lifted my leg high enough I would have kicked her in the ankle.

On to other things.  Twelve days until Ang's arrival.  So far the line-up looks something like this:

• Wednesday - Staged peener show
• Thursday - Dinner theater, kinda
• Friday - possibly unscripted peener show
• Saturday - National comedy act
• Also need to fit in - a trip to downtown

I'll spare you another subject change.  However, I will let you know that I feel another open letter coming on.

This is what happens when I read someone else's blog. However, I hope to see some of ya there.  If you are actually going to play and want my PS name, just let me know.  I don't play at PokerStars often and I have never played poker, virtual or live, for cash.  This should be interesting.

By the way it costs nothing to enter other than the mandatory code down there.  So really, you have nothing to lose ya slacker.

This is why I shouldn't be allowed to take pencils to meetings.