On Bruce Vilanche and Wet/Dry Vacuums

I don't generally give a rat's ass about my fat ass, but when I got on the scale at Publix the other day, I screamed like I just saw Bruce Vilanche topless. Needless to say, as I was pulling my old Denise Austin Treadmill out of our spare room last night, I was winded just trying to move it five feet, further proving that I am a luxury cruising mobile, and not a sports car. With Moonfest being rescheduled for Saturday December 10th, that leaves me only a few weeks to shave my hips back down to 32 inches.

On a related note, please let me know if I can borrow a wet/dry vacuum, a scalpel, and three pints of blood from anyone reading this.

Thanks.

TFH hits the stage at Moonfest at 9:30PM, sucka!

Mags