holy hell!

Party coming Saturday night.  The PTA moms are all a-titter about my new friend.  The PTA moms are all my boy Bad Billy's wife's friends and have been very supportive to me though all the shit this year.  So when they found out that I was bringing a date, they were all questions.  Who is she? How did you meet?  Where is she from? Blahblahblah...

Then the big question: "What is your costume?"  Bum-bum-buuuuuuuuum! 

I'm going with my old standby, a cowboy.  Because I don't actually have a costume, it was work clothes from when i was younger.  The whole works- wranglers, boots, gunbelt, chaps (with ass coverage, before NoGame asks!), hat, spurs and duster.  I own it because I needed it, but now it's just a damn costume.  I'm golden.

#2 "What's she wearing?"  uhhh, she was going to go as a cat....

"WRONGGG!!!!"  The moms lost their minds!  "You have to match! You can't just pick a costume arbitrarily!  There must be cohesion!"  

Fuuuuck, who knew?  Bad Billy, who weighs a grand total of a buck and a half and is over 6 feet tall is going as Dog the bounty hunter, with his dear wifey who equals his weight in one boob is going as Beth!  It's hilarious.  So the ladies start brainstorming, making me get the girl on the phone and organize the costume fiasco.  So she is now going as a saloon girl, thanks to the generous donation from the Moms.  We just have to get her a proper headdress.  So I have to pick it up tonight.  I'll post pics when I get them.

Women are crazy.

My audit is completely missing me, not even in my department.  They are not reviewing my policy or anything.  My stress level hit the floor....for now.

We have a 2old4Duty clan tourney coming up where I was made a team Captain.  I had to get a text message from my guys to let me know what was up and that I was the Captain.  Between the job and the girl, my fellow J Team monsters are suffering!  So I'm back on the horse and letting everyone know we're coming to kick your asses!  :D 

Ain't nothin to a G.