Someone in my family is a spoiled rotten farthead. And it ain't me. And it ain't the puppy either. Well, lets be honest, the puppy is a little spoiled. Especially considering he's curled up on MY bed right now.
Back to the spoiled rotten farthead. Yes, that farthead would be his guy:
And that guy would be The Husband.
And that picture was taken YESTERDAY. That would be Monday. A normal person's workday.
I get pummeled with a screwdriver in the skull and he goes on a free fishing trip on Lake Texoma. Typical.
And yes, those are probably beers in their hands.
BEERS. & FISHING. ON A MONDAY.
Oh, and did I mention that his boss was the one that came up with this brilliant idea. Yes. HIS BOSS. I think that's him, standing next to Ryan in the picture, under the arrow, holding A BEER. Apparently he's trying to be a shoe-in for the Boss of The Year Award. Whatever.
I'm sorry, but do you smell that?!?!
It's a terrible smell.
Yup, that's what it is, rotten BULLSHIT.
I don't know how shit can be rotten. But it can. Just go with it.
See, Ryan's boss, Chris, came into the office last week and was like, 'Hey, we've got a fish fry on Thursday and we don't have any fish! Shit! What are we going to do?!?!?!'
Well, I'll tell you.
A normal person would go to the damn store and BUY fish for the fish fry.
But since Chris is special, he came up with the plan to take like 20 employees 4 hours away and pay for them to fish for two days, so they could have fresh fish for their fish fry. Seems legit. And he probably supplied all the food. And the beer. And they drove company trucks, so gas was covered.
I smell it again.
It's that rotten bullshit.
I'd just like to point out again, that yesterday, I GOT SPEARED WITH A SCREWDRIVER.......IN.THE.HEAD.
And my husband was FISHING all day.
I think this deserves shoes.
Lots and lots of shoes.