Well, the romantic getaway my husband and I had planned for the few days following the ACFW conference had one curve ball after another thrown at us.
The first person on that list being artwatchwho drew a super awesome picture of My series of unfortunate events and held a comedy contest in my honor, both of which I missed the party for.
After Hurricane Harvey my boss wound up in a shitty two bedroom apartment with his four dogs, three kids, and pregnant Bi-polar one legged wife.
It turns out my boss is a fucking idiot and made the whole process more miserable than having a root canal on your taint. Problems started when we had to raise the asking price of the house after finding out it was worth 20k more than we originally thought it was.
A gives, even though the V. The only reason that we went through with the deal is because we gave him our word, and because of his children… and in the agreement he signed it says we can foreclose on him if he is 31 days late on his payments.
This severely jacked up our timetable for finding a new place to live. The housing market in Houston is still more fucked up than Whitney Houston at an all you can smoke crack buffet because of Hurricane Harvey so we found ourselves in the same conditions that had landed my boss in a tiny apartment in the first place.
The only options right now are: He also lives out in the Boondocks and wanted to move into town. They enthusiastically agreed, and everything started to feel like it was going to work out.
Due to lack of time and options we wound up downsizing into an even bigger house. When it comes to moving, women are about as useful as a goddamn kickstand on a goldfish. So my brother and I took the first truckload to the new house while the women were doing important feminist shit like picking out new cabinet liners at Big Lots.
This is exactly what I need right now. The dog hates men unless you are lying or sitting. So I sit down and coax it towards me.
I manage to get the little bastard to come all the way up to me, lay down, and collect some belly rubs. Cujo responds by biting my face and giving it a few hearty shakes before running away. My beautiful beard covered most of the damage so it was hard to tell, plus I have a rare eye condition that makes it nearly impossible to see under my chin without a mirror.
It quickly becomes evident that I need stitches so we go to one of those minor emergency strip mall hospitals. James gave that beer to Kris, who gave it to me. We gave the cans a good soaking in some bleach water to kill the plethora of flesh eating bacteria growing on it, and figured that would suffice to make six month old dumpster beer soaked in sewage safe to drink.
After using dumpster beer to wash down my pain killers I came down with a mild case of dysentery.The TV series A Series of Unfortunate Events had perfect casting, great direction, amazing scenes, decent cgi, great plot line, humour, woe, and is all around a very well executed piece of work worth watching and awarding.
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