Stomach bug hit my household, so I’ve been out of commission for the last three days. Something good did come out of it though, after laying in bed watching a bunch of infomercials, I’ve decided to start the P90X workout program tomorrow. (Husband bought it last year and it’s been collecting dust ever since.) Should be challenging, and definitely look forward to posting my progress.
Hey, do any of you remember when you went from being called “Miss” to “M’am”? Somehow, for me, it started in my late twenties after a fifty pound weight gain. Not only did people start calling me M’am, but when I would go out to eat with my husband, who by the way is the same age as I am, and we would order drinks, the wait person would ask to see his i.d. and not mine. I couldn’t help but feel offended. I mean, hello, did they think I was his mother or something??? I would get so irritated, especially when I had to stare at my husband’s smug face the rest of the night. Oh, man if looks could kill!
So here I am in my mid-thirties and finally forty pounds lighter. I work for a manufacturing company and at times I have to fill in for the receptionist. One day, a vendor came in to see one of our buyers. When they were done with their meeting and the vendor was on his way out, he turned to me with a great big smile and said “Thank you Miss for all your help.” Can you believe it, he called me Miss!!!! I wanted to grab that man right then and there and plant a huge kiss on his smiling face. Boy did he make my day.