And we are off and running

Mr. No Fun got the ball rolling as Mr. Big Boss called and asked me when I told him I could start. I told him Monday, so naturally he asked if I could start tomorrow, which is today. He does this every time, neglects to call when he says and asks if I can do something right now or tomorrow. At least I know what to expect. So anyhoo I start tomorrow. I have had 2 phone calls with Mr. No Fun outlining what I need to know and do, one call from my Direct Boss, and one call from one of the plants. And I haven't even started yet. Plant Arrogant wanted my contact information at 6 this morning so thank goodness Mr. No Fun said no, you can have it when she comes in.

Yesterday I bought shoes I am not sure I like, Clark's as Ecco did not have any appropriate styles and I am just not sure they are going to work out. I also bought Clark's socks on sale for 4 bucks a piece and guaranteed for life. I asked just how that worked, you know ratty old socks with a hole and she said just bring them back and you get a new pair, no questions asked. This has to be the best socks ever or a great loss leader.

I need more pants, but I have enough for now.

I am so excited.

We are in crisis mode here,

Big Daddy has no underpants. Well he has a couple pair but they are dirty. Someone came into his world and stole his underpants. It had to be a conspiracy as the underpants had to be stolen in different locations. And the last thieves had to steal the dirty underpants. Eeeew.

Did you ever notice that men don't like to call them underpants? They call them underwears, which make no sense, although it is plural. Or they call them undershorts which only applies if you are wearing shorts. Or they call them briefs and boxers-which is product specific. I would never be that specific about my underpants.

We also had to have a talk this morning about the fact that we are not hillbillies or red-necks. This means that   we do not go around barefoot. Especially outdoors. Even more importantly if we have really really really ugly feet. Big Daddy knows if I had seen those feet 35 years ago there may have been a change in plans on that fateful nuptial day.

So Big Daddy has to bite the bullet and run out to the store when his underpants finish drying and buy panties, and socks and slippers. Socks because that is our next conversation and slippers because he has finally run out of the hoarded Chinese free slippers.

Clothes wise BD is very low maintenance.