I showed up at a training session about two weeks ago to find Mike with two badly concealed hickeys (monkey bites as my mother would say) on either side of his neck. He asked about my weekend and I rambled some mundane answer. At which point I asked about his and he said, "Well, you can probably tell by looking what kind of weekend I had. And these aren't from my ex-girlfriend." That's right ladies, the man-whore is once again single. Thank goodness for gifts from above. As I ran my ass off, he proceeded to tell me (in the graphic detail I always seem privy to) how EXACTLY these hickeys were inflicted upon him. To his great delight I might add. Then we proceeded on with my workout where I learned that shoulders are in fact a support muscle, and mine are nowhere near as strong as I would have guessed.
Other than the man-whore, things are pretty mellow on the home front. The job is going well, even though there is some turmoil that is in the works in terms of leadership. I'll fill y'all in when there is something of interest to report. At this point, there is a lot of hyperbole, but nothing of interest other than to people that work here.
Thanksgiving will be spent at the parentals. A friend is making a surprise re-appearance for Thanksgiving, and we'll be having breakfast at 6:30 on Thursday morning. Am I a friend and a half?
I am having din-din at chateua de Townsend this evening and I am being beckoned to my first fully authorized veggie dinner. Wish me luck!
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Don't sell yourself short--you're at least a friend and 7/8ths...
Maybe you should have the man whore demonstrate how those moneky bites were received...might make you run a bit faster...
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