15 July 2008

That's not what you said...

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.

Louisiana.

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.

3 comments:

Melissa said...

Well, two things...

Houston's not all that bad. Or did I miss something?

And it's more like three hours to Lake Charles.

City Girl said...

Aaaaannnd what, pray tell, is in Houston?

Comet Girl said...

Remember when Louise wouldn't tell Thelma about what happened to her in Texas?