Tuesday, November 3, 2009

RTT: She got me the "Fatty" pants

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- My lovely wife (the Middle-Aged Woman) has a pretty open schedule lately, so she took pity on me and went shopping. For me. You see, all but one of the 4 pairs of pants that I wear to work had...problems. The ravages of age and excessive wear had taken their toll, so she went in search of a bargain on some new pants for me (this being an unbudgeted expense and all). And she was wildly successful! I think she found 4 pairs for about $80.

There was just one catch: two of them were "Fatty" pants.

You know, the kind where the waistband of the pants has some "give" to it. But these two pair don't just have an "elas-ticky" waistband - there seem to be different panels of fabric at the waist that will adjust based on just how fat you happen to be. These are pants that will make getting fat easier - by quickly adjusting to any new girth, so there is no warning sign of your trousers getting snug. (The b*stards!) What will these fiends think of next?!

- Little chocolate donuts are just delicious. I think a new food group should be created just for them. I would call it the "So d@mn delicious if you eat the last one I'll kick your @$" food group.

- Do you think I should be concerned that wife is reading a book titled "Marrying George Clooney"?

- I don't know why, but sometime in the last couple weeks, the MAW stopped putting my sandwiches into plastic sandwich bags and started wrapping them in waxed paper. I wonder if she's taken a principled stand against sandwich bags. If so, I probably need to tell her that the wax paper seems to create a larger amount of waste than the sandwich bags.

- Maybe my sandwiches are just too big to fit in the bags. Maybe she thinks I'm eating too much.

- Maybe the whole "Fatty" pants thing is supposed to send me a message: "Hey, Fatso!! Why don't you just stop scarfing down all the little chocolate donuts!!!"

- Do you ever just scare yourself sometimes. Happened to me.

- Just now.

- I have a $200 cell phone bill this month. Why is my cell phone bill $200 this month?

- Do you think these pants make me look...insane?

Take care.


PS: Did I mention that you are supposed to visit Keely at the Un-Mom immediately.

The Un Mom

If not sooner.

PPS: Don't forget to visit He Read/She Read tomorrow and check out the reviews of Yann Martel's Life of Pi by the delightful Pamela (from the dayton time) and Yours Truly (from right herely) . You won't want to miss that!

9 comments:

Middle Aged Woman said...

Dear Fatty,

I got those in case you slim down some more. That way, they will still be snug on your sexy behind.

Love,

MAW

p.s. George isn't my type.
p.p.s. That was a total lie, but a sign of how much I love you.
p.p.p.s. *smooch*
p.p.p.p.s. The pants were on SALE.

Joanie M said...

Maybe MAW is thinking ahead. The holidays are coming and she wants you to be comfortable, just in case you over-indulge.

Besides, they were ON SALE!!

I am Harriet said...

Fat pants can be a good thing- if used in moderation.

Have a great rtt!
http://iamharriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesdays-are-for-randomness.html

Captain Dumbass said...

I'll be doing some fatty pants shopping today. Sigh.

Jess said...

I actually went home before going out to eat last night SPECIFICALLY to put on some sweat pants. We were going to the Golden Corral buffet. One must dress appropriately. I did not disappoint.

Is someone going over their text limit? If so, why aren't you on unlimited text. AND speaking of unlimited, you should change to Sprint. We can call anyone, at anytime, from anywhere. Screw the top ten shit...we don't even have minutes anymore! Just free, free, free!!!

Michele said...

To be totally green you should take your sandwiches bags home so they can be washed and reused. You could do this with waxed paper but it is a bi&$h.

TennLady said...

Hey, they were on sale and she did the shopping for you! You are so spoiled!

Ms. Partly Cloudy said...

Ok, the combined funny of mom's and your post about fatty pants literally made me cry tears of laughter. I thought fatty pants were just sweat pants people wore when they decided to loll about like fatties. Oh well. I am now better educated in the definition of fatty pants. Still laughing. Could possibly get sick now. Where are those damn little chocolate donuts?

Jim Styro said...

MAW: MILY

Joanie: It's true - the MAW is always concerned with my comfort.

Harriet-I-Am: Everything in moderation - except for those sinfully delicious little chocolate donuts.

Cap'n: I feel you, dawg.

Jess: You always know how to dress for an occasion. My analysis of the cell phone thing is incomplete - but I suspect that, with five lines, we just talk too much.

Michele: Washing the plastic forks and spoons is as green as we get here. Sometimes we're not even THAT green.

TennLady: Spoiled! That's it - I knew I was something!

Ms.PC: If you get sick, you're cleaning it up yourself. Anybody 20-years-old and up has to clean up their own vomit. That's my policy. [I didn't even used to have a policy...]