The Big Boy hasn't been speaking to me for a while. He thinks we should live within our means. I think our "means" should "mean" exactly how much money I spent last month. I'm not wasteful. Pay it.
In an attempt to be nice (read: suck up) he has invited me on a business trip with him. Flight out of Birmingham into New Orleans. Leisurely drive to Lake Charles.
Which is one hour and ten minutes from Houston Fucking Texas. A fact I obviously didn't KNOW when I agreed to this charade.
I hope he gets eaten by an armadillo.