Working out.
Another fine idea that went astray. Instead of being thrown out of the house for an afternoon of playing in the sun and generally having a good time, I had to go shopping with Mrs. Troll.
She wanted to lunch with a friend at a resturant that caters to the environmentally aware and health conscious. I saw more plastic surgury in that one room than I have seen in my life.
Why is it that people that will not eat a dead cow will pay some stranger to put plastic bags of salt water under their skin? I watched one woman that had one too many face lifts. Her skin was so tight that when she spoke, the end of her nose would twitch.
Another woman had the ass and legs of an eighteen year old and the face of a creature in a TV show from the seventies. Her skin appeared as though her hair was pulled far too tight in the back of her head. I think that if I would have gotten closer, I could have read the serial numbers on her breast implants.
My favorite was the woman from Santa Fe that came in wearing Harley Davidson bicycling clothes, complaining loudly about the how much it cost her in gas to drive to Albuquerque to go bicycling. She ordered a twelve dollar organic sandwich and a four dollar organic drink and then asked if the ice was organic.
If money was an issue, perhaps she could have remained in Santa Fe. Maybe she could have done some of her own gardening instead of bicycling in a neighboring city. If she wanted a workout, she could have done some actual work this weekend instead of hiring an unregistered alien to clean her house and do her gardening.
And speaking of workouts, I have to go fix the shoe that I tore up in the last post. That idea certainly did not work out as I had intended.
And the dog got to spend her afternoon playing in the sun.
She wanted to lunch with a friend at a resturant that caters to the environmentally aware and health conscious. I saw more plastic surgury in that one room than I have seen in my life.
Why is it that people that will not eat a dead cow will pay some stranger to put plastic bags of salt water under their skin? I watched one woman that had one too many face lifts. Her skin was so tight that when she spoke, the end of her nose would twitch.
Another woman had the ass and legs of an eighteen year old and the face of a creature in a TV show from the seventies. Her skin appeared as though her hair was pulled far too tight in the back of her head. I think that if I would have gotten closer, I could have read the serial numbers on her breast implants.
My favorite was the woman from Santa Fe that came in wearing Harley Davidson bicycling clothes, complaining loudly about the how much it cost her in gas to drive to Albuquerque to go bicycling. She ordered a twelve dollar organic sandwich and a four dollar organic drink and then asked if the ice was organic.
If money was an issue, perhaps she could have remained in Santa Fe. Maybe she could have done some of her own gardening instead of bicycling in a neighboring city. If she wanted a workout, she could have done some actual work this weekend instead of hiring an unregistered alien to clean her house and do her gardening.
And speaking of workouts, I have to go fix the shoe that I tore up in the last post. That idea certainly did not work out as I had intended.
And the dog got to spend her afternoon playing in the sun.
posted by MizfiTroll at 5:46 PM
1 Comments:
Thank you, Carol, for the nice comment. I assure you that I will help to ban novice drivers from talking on the cellphone or while under the influence of Viagra.
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