Here it comes......
Yes, that's right! It's the dirty dose of guess what the bitches did while you were off drinking and galavanting around. It seems that every time I leave the house for any overnight excursion by myself, one of my girls pukes all over Hubby. This is such a familiar event in our household that my older daughter told us, “Yep, when Mommy leaves, I totally know that I am going to vomit, I’m just not sure which day I want to do it on.” Poor Hubby!! (Snicker, Snicker)
From Wednesday to Friday night, I will be off, flying into the wilds of Bend/Redmond Airport for a fabulous, wonderful, entertaining, twiddle tastic, corporate team building event!! Can you hear the YA-HOO in my voice? Oh wait, let me turn it up…woo (snore) hoo.
Just what I want to do for three days – hang out with some of my peers while we talk about Personal Excellence!! It makes me want to punch disco ball teeth Tony Robbins and use them as a pretty sparkly necklace for myself!
I’m sure that it will be fun, apparently I hear that we have to do some sort of cardboard boat team building event, punctuated by drinking. (I’m hoping a lot of drinking, as I will need this to curb my sarcastic nature)
As for dear hubby, he will be stuck with vomiting girls, soccer practice, dinner, laundry, and homework for 3 DAYS! 3 DAYS – can you believe it!! He still owes me time from when he was in the military and gone all the flippin time!
Wish me luck!
(FYI - I NEED this SHIRT!!)