dummies

Well, it's been a pretty uneventful week, especially after the sorta/kinda job offer and the news of L's resignation followed by the resulting depression. Nothing new on the job front - just starting to get a clearer picture of dates and timeslines. It looks like the soonest I can probably break free of my current post is March, although, looking at the big picture, June/July is probably a more realistic target date. It seems like a long time to wait, but I figure any mild assurance of a job offer that will rescue me from the hands of evil boss man and his fellow cronies is good enough for me. And if I have to wait a few extra months, then so be it. I've lasted a little over a year under his limp-wristed fist, what are a few extra months?

Came home Friday night with a pseudo bust form for my sister's wedding gown. Apparently, she needs one so that the dress doesn't get all wrinkly in the box. Being the kind and generous brother that I am, I spot one headed for the trash, and salvage it for her. Still in good shape, I fork over a whopping three bucks for it, and lug it home. Sure beats the $180 that I would have paid has I purchased one of the "real" busty bust forms that I had found through a local supplier!

Upon my arrival home, I decide to fish around my sister's closet and clothe the bust form. I had planned on putting the dress on it and presenting it to her in a "wow, i'm gonna cry, this is like a scene from one of those cheesy, sappy movies" kind of moment, but the intricate embroidery and beadwork on the dress freaked me out (what if i tore something?). So, I threw on some of her own clothes, adding a parka, scarf, and a hat as a final touch. Then, because I'm a prankster of a little brother, I backlit it to add to the creep factor. Long story short, when she finally came home and opened her door, there was a gasp, followed by "What the...? Who is...? Oh sheesh!"

When she realized taht it was a bust form, not a stranger lurking about in her room, she called me over and we had a good laugh. Then I told her to undress the dummy. She started with the top, but when I pointed sheepishly at the drawstring pants, she gave me a strange look before untying the drawstring to reveal...a mignificent codpiece!

Hey, for three dollars, you can't be too picky!


Crystal Village :: Pete Yorn