I'm home. Started the new job Monday, spent three days in Orlando. That's the cool part, the uncool part is. . .
Thanks to three days over-consumption of light beer and too much salty food, I no longer fit in my 34 inch pants.
Hopefully, at some point between now and Monday I will crap something fierce and get the old waist back where it belongs.
I'm not saying that I'm HUGE or anything, but my previously elegant, piano player-like fingers now look like a mass of uncooked chorizo.
So, I'm only wearing fat pants from now on. Drawstring only.