Monday my boss was pissy with me and I could tell. I had taken time off the week prior during harvest and that wasn't such a good idea. Especially since it was to take time off for my side business and I went to the beautiful Orange County. We had to have one of those, "Come to Jesus" talks and then everything was good.
Tuesday, I decide since my husband was moving farm equipment, I would do the grilling on the BBQ.
Okay, so I have never claimed to be a great Grill Master. I have always started the propane grill and shut the lid to get all the little crunchie's off. Well apparently that is not what you should do. As I am helping my daughter with homework I notice black smoke coming from the backyard. I go out there and sure as shit the grill is on fire. Black smoke is billowing up into the air, flames are shooting out of the BBQ. I stand there for a moment and think,"Fuck! What do I do?" They say for a grease fire don't use water so I am standing there like a dumb ass debating if I should get the hose. I know it isn't a grease fire so the water should be okay. Still not sure I call my husband. He is telling me get the hose and move the BBQ from house. Um, well, it is too hot to move....this mother fucker is on fire! I did manage to turn the burners off, but those little crunchie's on the bottom were on fire big time! I grab the hose and start dosing the BBQ. By the time my husband gets home the fire is out, but where he just painted the house last week will need fresh paint. The paint on the BBQ is curled and messed up too.
Wednesday went okay nothing major there. Just a typical hump day. However it would have been better if I had gotten humped! Lmfao
Thursday.... During harvest time one of my job duties is to take pictures of the team members while they do their specific job. Before I head out to the ranch I start to feel nauseous, a little shaky, and just not to great. I have a driver to take me around the ranch because I would get lost if I drove around out there by myself. As we are driving I am thinking I am going to have to yell "Alto" because I am going to lose the 1/2 of turkey sandwich I had eaten before I went out there. We end up getting finished when the guys start lunch and I am thankful. Done for the day. I get in my car to head back to the office. Reverse. BOOM! I hit a mother fucking power pole! Seriously!!! How fucking embarrassing. At this point I am out. I feel sick and I now have fucked up my drivers side rear whatever it is called.
I start to head home. On the drive home I have to pull over because I get sick. Okay so it is either the turkey sandwich, I am like a little kid and got car sick, or I have West Nile Virus!
Later that night I text my boss, "How's the pole?" His reply,"It is still crying!" Oh good! He is finding this funny! I am not getting fired!
Here we are now at Friday morning. I am laying here in bed writing this with a cup of coffee thinking how it all could be so much worse. The house could have burned down and we could be homeless. No bright side of the coin on the backing into the pole. That just blows! My car is now at the auto body place and I have to pay $1,000 deductible which my husband says I will have to pay back in sexual favors. (Not hurting my feelings there)
So I am thanking you for letting me whine about my week. May you have a safe and fun weekend & have a cocktail this evening,"It is Friday Bitches! "