Weight loss fun

For the first time in many years, I have managed to get my weight under 230 pounds. It wasn't intentionally done. Instead, it's a side effect of living single, eating less, and drinking much less beer.

Friend of mine keeps harassing me and telling me that I need to buy a new pair of jeans, as mine are "just a lot droopy in the ass there, dear." I rather like the fact that I'm losing enough weight to be drooping in the back, but apparently it is annoying to Amy.

I decided that as I'm now able to drop trow without even bothering to unbutton or unzip is probably a good indicator that it's time to retire these jeans to the "fat clothes" pile and buy new ones.

Automotive nose-picking

I have, since the beginning of September, made five trips between Pennsylvania and Colorado. One of the things I've noticed is that people seem to believe that there is some sort of invisibility cloak over their cars such that they can go mining in their sinuses with impunity. The worst I've seen was on the NJ Turnpike last year when some bloke was so deep in there that it appeared as though he was chafing the underside of his proboscis with his wristwatch.

Throughout my recent five trips, though, I've seen a variety of nasal mining techniques among an equally wide range of miners. Schoolmarms, construction workers, hotties, and creeps alike were busy searching for the Lindberg baby or Jimmy Hoffa in their sinus cavities. I'm wondering if the automotive industry does something special with the carpets to protect them from the deposits (although I did see a number of people who decided that what they found lingering among the nose hairs was something worth snacking upon).