Forced Blog

Because I don't want Heather to yell at me anymore, I will post a short blog. I haven't been blogging in the evenings because for this week, Dusty is on first shift so we're home together at night and I'm not bored to death. Therefore my blog has suffered.
Today is Administrative Assistants Day, which I find gay, but I'll get a free lunch out of it tomorrow from my boss and the peeps I work with. Speaking of work, yesterday one of my "bosses" shot me in the thigh, at point-blank range, with an air rifle. My God, it hurt like a biotch!! I have a huge welt that is starting to bruise. It's not pretty. Guess it was my initiation. I made the mistake of telling Dusty this story. Some of you might be saying, "Why? Did he get pissed at the guy and want to kick his butt for shooting you, the one he loves so much??" Yeah, not so much. He got mad because WE have an air rifle and he has wanted to shoot me and I never allow it. Now because the dude at work shot me, he has informed me that he gets to shoot me too. Aint love grand?? :)