Welcome to my world.
My wife, though I love her dearly, is clearly wearing her crazypants today. She worked an overnight shift last night, so we didn't see each other last night or this morning. I got to work today with an email that simply said, "Ahoy, matey! Whar's me cookie?"
Since "Talk Like a Pirate Day" was last Friday, I thought she was either late to the game, or confused and trying to find our baked goods. Sadly, none of those are true. Because attached to the email, was this:
Get it? Three-legged dog? Pirate costume?
Oh, bloody hell.
Anyway. I'll be in Denver, CO from Sunday to Wednesday, so likely this'll be the last you hear of me for a few days. God knows what the dogs will be dressed in when I get home.
Have a good whatever.
Listening to: Monty Burns - See My Vest