Look, I know you had to survive, just like those soccer players in the Andes, but … did you have to eat so much? How long will you have to elliptical to burn all that fat?
this day in bugg history
and now we need a “spelling” tag
Honestly, it’s like Malaprop Boss in Bugg form. Dolphin, honestly.
troy
I’ve been turning this over in my head for twenty minutes, trying to figure out how to throw in a quote from or reference to Cleolinda’s Troy in Fifteen Minutes, but I can’t do it. Just click the link & read it … then read every other X in Fifteen Minutes, then buy the book, then buy any movie so referenced any time it turns up in the $5 DVD bin, and quote lines from them back & forth with your sweetie for literally years in spite of the fact that practically no one will get the reference, even the “RON AND HERMIONE SHPIPERS: YAY!” one.
Ahem.
why someone thought we needed Boss’s Day as well, I will never know
No, seriously. Why do bosses need a day? They’re already getting all the money and benefits and now we’re supposed to act like we’re grateful for that? Oh HELL no.
Also, I like to believe that Mrs Bugg would be a good boss, and would not make her secretary cry, but since her experience is based on what she sees me going through … maybe not?
canterbuggy tales
My feelings on Chaucer (and by extension, Middle English) were forever blighted by a Brit Lit 201 professor in my Louisiana university who insisted that the only way one could read The Canterbury Tales was as a Christian morality play, which harrowed my agnostic soul.
Instead, let us concentrate on the redemptive adorableness of the curly-toed shoes, the cap with a feather in it, and Mrs Bugg pretending to be shocked by the nether yeayea.
harriet, oh harriet
Oh, Mr Bugg, don’t look so worried. She rocked that flight. And check out her boots! I covet those.
… and into muscle-car history
I am not a huge fan of American muscle cars*, but can you imagine driving the first Mustabugg? Your expression of delight tinged with smug satisfaction would be identical to Mrs Bugg’s, and your neighbors would be looking exactly like Mr Bugg.
What a glorious time.
*Not anymore, anyway. In my misspent youth? Oh, yes. One day I’ll tell you about it … but that day is not today.
the prequel
Remember this pic?
This is apparently how one of the party looked before they set off. And I see she’s taken the precaution of packing an extra-large knife-and-fork set.
This is not suspicious at all.