Fatty McGee

I'm starting to feel like Andy Rooney must have felt about 100% of the things he came across in his life.  I have (in most cases) either complete and utter disdain for new-found annoyances or a sense of wonder at the most simplistic items.  I can stand in awe of some realization of something I've done wrong/differently forever and then suddenly realized what makes it right/better.  This morning I realized that I sneeze like my mother unless I completely quell that sucker into an internal mind exploding squeak of a sneeze.  Moreover, though, I’ve realized that for years I’ve wondered why my shirts (button-up) have to be parachute like around my torso to fit my fat neck and arms. I still don’t have an answer for that question, but after looking at how they dress up models for shots with binder clips to make the clothes more form-fitting, I figured out how to compensate for it.  I wear binder clips all the time.  Ok, I don’t do that.  But I do pull my shirt behind me and tuck it in the back of my pants.  Voila! I have taken 260 pounds of fun and made it look like 254 pounds.