The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

9 March 2007


Around lunchtime (Whataburger, thank you very much), it finally dawned on me, and while the Fates (Bob and Wendy Fate, of Great Neck, New York) weren't addressing me directly, it sounded like their voices:

"Here's the deal. You've got your own house, you've got better wheels than some billionaires, and your waistline is diminishing week by week. Be content with that."

Which, when you get right down to it, is probably a hair kinder than "No, you can't have a girlfriend."

Posted at 1:49 PM to Table for One

Losing weight is indeed a good thing. I already have the slightly smaller pants from before I put these few pounds on in the first place, but at least the numbers -- and the stub end of the belt-- are moving in the right direction.

Posted by: McGehee at 3:18 PM on 9 March 2007

Who says you can't have a girlfriend?

Posted by: Francis W. Porretto at 6:34 PM on 9 March 2007

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I quit taking Zocor because it gave me a headache but I still have quite a bit left. If it will drop my chinos to the floor I'll take a few aspirin and forget the headache.

Posted by: Diane at 7:34 PM on 9 March 2007

That's a mighty fine piece of writing there, pardner.

Posted by: gail at 8:27 PM on 9 March 2007

My own thinking is that the combination of Zocor and a diuretic (which is part of my hypertension regime) is basically turning me into a liquid, and eventually I'll disappear down the pipes.

Oh, and there's this:

Who says you can't have a girlfriend?

Presumably the same entity who ensures that I always fall for those I can never have.

Posted by: CGHill at 8:38 PM on 9 March 2007

You certainly could have a girlfriend. There are some fine women out there looking for someone like you. If I were younger...

Posted by: Miriam at 4:07 PM on 11 March 2007