We're venturing into the cold, fall weather that turns this smile into an even bigger smile. I'm one of the select few that love winter more than summer. Gray skies, freezing temperatures, blizzards and unending darkness trigger my endorphins like nothing else. Maybe I just secretly feed off everyone else's misery like a reverse Dementor. Maybe I've got a drop of vampire blood in me and the sunlight is just chowing on bits of my flesh little by little. Maybe I'm a cold blooded reptile– part Godzilla, part T-Rex. Soooo many DNA tests to do!
In other news, the Discovery channel has once again made a sucker of my darling father. He was convinced Submarine, the massive man-eating shark, was real based on this year's Shark Week mokumentary. My pop-a-dopoulus has such a soft spot for these legends, I view this trickery as akin to telling a child carrots will make them see in the dark or that gum hangs out in your stomach for 7 years if you swallow it. I feel like I need to defend his honor and beat them up, but how do you go about taking down an entire TV channel? David vs Goliath, part II.
Speaking of honor, I got great credit. Mint.com put me in the excellent credit score category which is a pretty, dark forest green. How do I leverage this awesomeness to convince someone to hire me? Perhaps a 'P.S. If you hire me, I can co-sign a loan with you and we can split a Porsche 911. I call Tuesdays & Thursdays!' (See how I gave them an extra work day -- 3 instead of my 2? Subliminal messaging, they won't be able to resist!)
Any who... my dogs are demanding a demonstration of my superior canine walking abilities (resume skills section?) and I can't resist a chance to peacock.
Till we meet again,