Friday, October 26, 2007

It's On.

My boyfriend is a serious and brutal competitor. We are competing (a la The Biggest Loser) to see who loses the greatest percentage of body weight by Thanksgiving morning. I have been just as good as gold this week, but Andy has been positively spartan. He's probably going to win, but I plan to give him a run for his money. Anyway, we both win in the end, right?

Hey wait a minute! That last sentence was bullshit! I forgot who I was for a moment. Of course we both don't win. There will be but one winner here!


Robyn said...

So what does the winner get? In my contest with JB, the winner gets a $100 gift certificate to her favorite clothing store. The loser has to mention the winner in her next two bios, put the winner's picture in her "heroes" section on MySpace, and wear these hideous earrings in a cabaret. I think I'll have a pizza delivered to JB's apartment tonight.

Janine Serresseque said...

Wow! Andy and I haven't even discussed a prize yet. Gloating is such a pleasure in and of itself.

I do love your agreed upon prizes/punishments. Just how bad are the earrings? I'm scared.

As for sending a pizza to JB's, you wicked, wicked monkey.