A little humor:
Shall I lighten my blog up some more? W/ this FABulous pic of my best friend Abe http://metamorphosis112.blogspot.com and I. Actually, I have several best friends but this one right here - loyal, I spend the most time with him. My dancing partner. My listening ear. My humor. My honest opinion. My movie friend. Shall I continue? Ok our friendship defines friendship.
Today something funny happened..well I think it's funny. Abe joined us with LEAD; we're required to wear dress pants - the guys usu. wear Dockers and polo type shirts. That's our uniform. I don't agree with it either because those polo shirts sure are hott here in Texas! Abe is outspoken, funny, and sarcastic. I call him a "smart ass." We love each other - for real! Alright, he's whining, saying he's gonna cut the sleeves off his polo shirt because it's too damn hott! I'm cracking up laughing. Our boss said as long as there is a collar so hey I don't think it would look so bad w/o sleeves. Yeah rrrrrrrrrrrgiht! That would really mess up our "professional image." The polo shirts are navy so the darker color attracts more heat. Oh well, that's our uniform.
To make matters worse, Abe does not like to dress up much. Shoot, he'll throw on his pinstripe dress pants, con chanclas (flip flops) and a muslce shirt, and look pretty good! But, dressing professional - not Abe - not yet. Alright, he hardly has any dress pants so hay vamos a la Mall. (there we go to the Mall) We go to Old Navy to find him some pants; I end up wandering off by myself to look for some cute clothes. I grab some nice silk tops - super soft. Some sashes - I'm gonna wear one of those blue and gray sashes that looks like a tie around my waist when I work w/ LEAD
so I can have a little style. I get a cute pink and black totebag for school. Finally, Abe and I meet up and he has nada (nothing). I'm asking him, "ok where's ur pants?" He says, "they dont have any in my size :(." He's a size 30 by 34. They're all too short, and I'm not about to have my best friend, wearing high water pants like he's ready for the flood. So I leave w/ a bag full of clothes and he leaves with nothing.
Hay, I felt bad for him. We're hurrying through the Mall, because knowing me I'm running late. He "accidentally" bumps into my foot w/ the heel of his shoe. Ouchie! I was wearing sandals! He goes "Man, they didn't have my size and you have a bag full of clothes." He tosses the shopping bag at me. I'm saying "I'm sorry." Cracking up at the same time.
Alright...I try on my silky tops tonight and guess what? THEY DON'T FIT! My breasts are too big; the silk was clinging to my chest so tight, there were lines. Nombre (no man), I can't look like that. Mama says a "stuffed potato." No, I can't wear tight clothes like that. Nu uh! I thought the silk material would tear. That's how tight. I thought in a matter of seconds - I would hear a "rrrrrrrrrrrrrip." I quickly removed the shirts removing the silky beautiful top...and I felt like Abe. Oh well, so now we're even! Looks like I'll be carrying a new book bag in fuschia pink w/ black stripes and wearing a nice tie sash on Friday. But no nice top for me :(. I was thinking "well Abe must've jinxed me!" I still love him though!
