Yeah, I was all excited to go out on my boat today with my family and eat shish-kabobs...or whatever the hell they are called...and I get home and what happens? My parents didn't bring my dog. Mind you...little Zoey is 16 years old and she LIVES for the boat. In fact the more I think about it...the only reason she's probably still alive is to get in another summer of fun on the boat. So I call my mom all pissed off asking her why the fuck she didn't bring Zoey and she says well...we didn't bring Maggie or Ruby, (neighbor's dogs), we are cooking, and there are 12 people out there. Um. what the fuck. Maggie and Ruby are big smelly (no offence) sometimes unruly German wirehair dogs who take of lots of room... Zoey weighs 12 pounds, she hardly begs, and she hangs out on the front deck of the pontoon. so honestly whats the big deal? So yeah, I chose not to go because I didn't want to leave my dog out of her favorite activity.
On a COMPLETELY different note. I found a book today at work called "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks. I started reading it and voila! I think we are gonna be attacked by zombies someday...I mean think about it? This book was so solid when it came down to the actual survival it was insane. But if (and when) we do get attacked by zombies guess where I am going to hide out? That's right...Cabella's. An abundance of guns, knives, camo, and shelter...that's the BEST place to go in my opinion. I may even be willing to share my hideout with a few special individuals. haha. Tomorrow is labor day...anyone want to take a guess if I will be in labor? wishful thinking I'm afraid
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