Good news - bad news

The good news is that I have a break in the action du jour and so time for an LJ entry.

The bad news is that I really don't have any content to contribute!

Work is steady and varied and a couple of people are getting what I call the Friday Stresses.  This is due to stuff not done that MUST be done this week OR stuff not done that MUST be ready for early Monday morning.  There are a lot of campaigns and things that happen at 9 a.m. on Mondays on the east coast. This means that my web pages have to be live as close to 9 a.m. east coast time as possible.  Which means that the content must be all approved and nailed down by Friday afternoon.  Which means that - ooops - that approval and or link and or graphic that you should have gotten to me last Wednesday when you said you would and didn't ... is now officially late and you are in the Friday Stresses.  It's so predictable. 

I enjoy working on weekends but it is difficult for these folks to get the goods they need over the weekend.  Say La Vee,

I'm thinking General Tso's Chicken for lunch.

My investment guy is coming over on Monday morning and so this weekend will be Clean For Company.  It's about time and a good excuse to get it done. 

And... sadly... that is all I got right now.  Pitiful but true.

Good news - bad news

The good news is that I have a break in the action du jour and so time for an LJ entry.

The bad news is that I really don't have any content to contribute!

Work is steady and varied and a couple of people are getting what I call the Friday Stresses.  This is due to stuff not done that MUST be done this week OR stuff not done that MUST be ready for early Monday morning.  There are a lot of campaigns and things that happen at 9 a.m. on Mondays on the east coast. This means that my web pages have to be live as close to 9 a.m. east coast time as possible.  Which means that the content must be all approved and nailed down by Friday afternoon.  Which means that - ooops - that approval and or link and or graphic that you should have gotten to me last Wednesday when you said you would and didn't ... is now officially late and you are in the Friday Stresses.  It's so predictable. 

I enjoy working on weekends but it is difficult for these folks to get the goods they need over the weekend.  Say La Vee,

I'm thinking General Tso's Chicken for lunch.

My investment guy is coming over on Monday morning and so this weekend will be Clean For Company.  It's about time and a good excuse to get it done. 

And... sadly... that is all I got right now.  Pitiful but true.

Saving Private Rayon

It always tickles me when marketeers miss their mark by soooo much. Email with offers to make my hard for my woman do not count. But printed catalogs in the snail mail REALLY do. those suckers are expensive!

I do not wear underwear. In my thin years I was too flat to worry about bras. When I got fat, my boobs grew big enough to make my first cleavage but because that's only been a few years now, they haven't had time to sag yet. They don't flop around and a bra really does nothing but escalate the clothing allowance, add to the laundry pile and chafe.

I wear sweat pants every day. A clean pair every day. Underpants - panties, if you will - only escalate the clothing allowance, add to the laundry pile and chafe.

Every once in a while when it's really really really cold, I'll wear socks. They don't chafe but they do create their own little 'where in the fuck is the other one????' laundry issue. They aren't worth the trouble, honestly.

So then, today, out of the blue, I got three underwear catalogs. Not underwear for fat old ladies, mind you... but, rather, sexy underwear for tinettes who are clearly looking to show it off before someone rips it off in the heat of passion.

Oh, I guess that's another reason why I don't wear underwear. At my age, you really can't stand to lose any time between the first strike of passion and any hope of actual action.

Ok, this is all probably major TMI and I should have warned you. Sorry. You want some underwear catalogs?

Saving Private Rayon

It always tickles me when marketeers miss their mark by soooo much. Email with offers to make my hard for my woman do not count. But printed catalogs in the snail mail REALLY do. those suckers are expensive!

I do not wear underwear. In my thin years I was too flat to worry about bras. When I got fat, my boobs grew big enough to make my first cleavage but because that's only been a few years now, they haven't had time to sag yet. They don't flop around and a bra really does nothing but escalate the clothing allowance, add to the laundry pile and chafe.

I wear sweat pants every day. A clean pair every day. Underpants - panties, if you will - only escalate the clothing allowance, add to the laundry pile and chafe.

Every once in a while when it's really really really cold, I'll wear socks. They don't chafe but they do create their own little 'where in the fuck is the other one????' laundry issue. They aren't worth the trouble, honestly.

So then, today, out of the blue, I got three underwear catalogs. Not underwear for fat old ladies, mind you... but, rather, sexy underwear for tinettes who are clearly looking to show it off before someone rips it off in the heat of passion.

Oh, I guess that's another reason why I don't wear underwear. At my age, you really can't stand to lose any time between the first strike of passion and any hope of actual action.

Ok, this is all probably major TMI and I should have warned you. Sorry. You want some underwear catalogs?