QOTD
"It's like this competitive thing we have with other women."
- WSJ article today on the crazy shit that women wear, Shapewear has Women Bent Out of Shape

Jeez, I'm glad I'm a guy. Every dang day.

These days, I call them "Robs Rants moments"... in my head, of course. My own rants at every day annoyances rarely bubble to the surface or even to this blog, but internally I seem to hear Rob (quietly) ranting away in my head. Yes, this is somewhat distressing. (he he)

Yesterday at the Potbelly:
Girl: What would you like on that sir?
Bill: Just lettuce, thank you.
Girl: We have tomato and ranch sauce.
Bill: No thank you. Just lettuce would be great.
Girl: And would you like the ranch sauce as well?
Bill: [pause... compose... smile] No thank you. Just the lettuce is fine.
Bill's inner monologue: Dolt.
Come to think of it, Rob isn't really ranting in my head... he's smiling.
And two seconds later, I'm cracking up and smiling, too.
Oh, I'm cracking up alright.

I heart Peru.
raven-haired beauty... yow, bill

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