a Monday post? why yes!

Dear readers and lurkers, don't get spoiled by this Monday post. I promise it won't become a habit. It's just that there's so much going on in my brain and I'm trying to get going today but the cold weather and fresh blanket of snow keeps me snuggled up in doors. Last night Mr and Mrs McGookin went to Game 3 of the WCHA semi-finals between the back-to-back defending NCAA Champion DU Pioneers and the bastards of UMD. Something strange happened that caused Mrs McGookin to curl up in a fetal position on my office floor. DU lost. Embarrassingly so. Worse yet: It was her boyfriend's, quite possibly, last game, as he is a senior and will getting on with his hockey life after this. Sad times. So once the meds have kicked in, Mrs McGookin may post an angry letter to a certain referee whose eyesight is in desperate need of a checkup and perhaps his whistle is stuck somewhere down south.

But to the wogs! I wog (walk/jog) three days a week per my pre-pre-pre triathlon training. One would think that this would be cause for weight loss. Oh, no, no, you simple thinking readers. See, I was in the Ann Taylor Factory Store trying to take advantage of their suit sale and something horrible happened which caused me to promptly hang up the pants and never return. My standard size, my dependable AT size 12 pants, did. not. fit. And not in a hmm, they're a little snug kind of way. That wasn't even the worst part. Oh, no, no. You see, at the same time, in the next stall, a little thing whom I wanted to force feed a pie and sandwich, was complaining because her size 1 pants were too big. Pout for her. Could they bring her size 0 petite please? Why yes, with a big plate shut the hell up french fries, just for me. Please.

So now I will never return to the AT Factory Store without an escort who is at least as snarky as me and wears a double digit clothing size.

Later today, after I shovel, wog, and um, do some work, for you know, billable hours, I'm off to meet my new mentee. Yes! The fools at my alma mater asked alumni to mentor a college senior. And they picked me! Me of all people, to mentor a soon-to-be unleashed on the world college grad. Honestly now, did they know who they were picking?