I've been so distracted by all the infuriating crap at work that I forgot to mention the funny/disturbing thing that happened Monday.
I was walking down the hall at work and a certain nurse, who was pushing a patient along in a wheel chair said to that patient "There goes Wilberteets with the perky buns".
I turned and looked at her as if to say WTF? She continued on by saying "Seriously, you have the perkiest buns around! Someone was commenting on it earlier and I have to say, you do have the perkiest buns around. Do you work out a lot?"
Um ... thanks... I think.
So today, I'm strolling down the hall and I hear "Hey, perky buns!" I was called perky buns by 3 people today. Here's hoping this new nick name doesn't stick. It may tend to take away from my professionalism to be referred to as "perky buns". But then, it is worlds better than being called "flat ass" or something.
I have the ghetto booty. Even when I was a little kid I had it. Big or small, thin or chunky, no amount of extreme dieting has ever taken away the round glory of the booty. It's always out there, meeting and greeting the public. Tirelessly, jauntily, and enduringly.
When I was about 12, I fervently wished to have a flat butt like my friend Sandy. I'm so glad I didn't get that wish. I didn't appreciate the booty back then. I had to grow into it.
One day my Tombstone will read "Damn, that girl had perky buns".