1. Mr. B is ridiculous. In a strange reversal of roles, it appears that my cat has learned to scarf his food down like a dog, and my dog has learned to snack like a cat. Because of Mr. B's insatiable appetite, I've gone the healthy route for my beloved feline fattie. I bought him some low-ash (err, what?) no artificial flavors, and no something-else-that-might-be-bad-for-you-or-your-cat from WF. At first he scoffed at it and walked away. Then those hunger pangs must have kicked in because he, as expected, scarfed it down (Note: He is currently curled up next to me biting my arm in hopes of more savory deliciousness).
2. On to fat pants.....I admit, I used to mock the fat pant, along with the high-waisted mom-jean. But being on the road for the last 3 weeks out of the month has tuned me in to a couple of things. One: fat pants look like they travel well. How much more comfortable does it get than riding on a plane in your pajamas? Two: While they may make you look like you just took a large crap-ola in your pants, they do provide ample room to fit over your entire gut. Three: I thought I had something positive to say about mom jeans, but it turns out I don't. They are horrible and there is no excuse.
3. And what about the perils of my feet? What does all my important executive travel have to do with that? Well, you try to find and attractive pair of shoes that let you walk around an airport all day, followed by a walk to the train, followed by a walk to the office, followed by doing it all over again to get yourself back to your hotel (all the while toting around a laptop and a suitcase) AND looking stylish. I just don't wear tennis shoes well and I've tried the clogs, but the stupid weather refuses to cooperate. Despite all my attempts to escape the Texas heat (and potentially wear said closed shoes), it just ain't happenin for me. Who ever heard of 90 degree weather in Chicago in October??
