Me and my mother standing at the booth, as rendered by my crappy phone/camera.
Do I look like I'm having fun? Of course not. You know why? I'm not. Not that I'm miserable or that many many people have it worse, but that doesn't soften the blow of glad-handing a bunch of assistant buyers of middle managers. Feh.
The more distressing part: By all meteorological accounts, I'll be driving through an epic snowstorm to get home tomorrow. It'll start getting rough in Fayetteville and strengthen to Stephen King novella levels by the time I get to Carthage, MO. Once I'm at K.C. everything should be cool, though. So just the first 6 hours of the drive will be rough. After that, smooth sailing.
Don't worry about me, babies. As the Weisenheimers know, I am the best driver.
Hugs not drugs,
M
4 comments:
Holy crap! For a moment there I thought your mother was preparing to abscond with some crazy Mormon boy!
mmmmmm....LoveBug candles....how do they make a Pink Flamingo smell so good...
Oh that reminds me, I'd like to talk to you about another testament in the life of Jesus Christ.
But seriously, a guy shaped like me (AKA fuckin' fat) looks so bad in a tucked in white shirt, tie and slacks combo. It's a look designed to make the worst of a bad situation.
Now Kris, is that you? Did you stop updating mupsweb.net? Where the hell you at now?
'tis I. mupsweb.net has been put to pasture. A new release is pending at vagitarian.net (tee hee).
I hope you made it through the snow, kept your point of view, and found yourself respected by the others who got snowed on too.
Oh, and Happy Belated Birfday. Cripes, we're old.
Actually I meant are you still in Omaha, but if you're in the witness relocation program then orget-fay that I aid-say anything-ay.
And yes, we're old.
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