Kangatopia

Last night was the kids annual daycare Thanksgiving feast. Fortunately, the food was crappy and cold - not unlike what you would expect from a daycare Thanksgiving feast - and I didn’t each much. Shep did though, but he also rode as a demon would - with all the time in the world to go on long bike rides - earlier in the day. (Yes, I’m jealous. It’s been over a week since I’ve been on my bike - and all the spin classes in the world don’t make up for the rush of wind, the masochistic squirrels, the shithead riders who don’t bother to call out when passing with only a few inches between them and you.) We also went to the gym last night, so any damage was alleviated. However, today, was the annual feast at my workplace. And well. I’m fucked. I wore very close fitting clothes today and was told by many how great I’m looking since my recent shedding of 35 pounds. Unfortunately, that 35 pounds is now only really about 5 - given the way I’m thinking I’m going to have to take off my pants and maybe go throw up in the bathroom.

This is my boss and me before everything got all out of control. I’m the goofy one.