I have a rack.
I have balls.
Apparently seeing as I also now have a surprise pool table courtesy of my husband.
Or as I was corrected on Twitter: He has a pool table. Thankyouverymuch.
The bad part about this whole deal is that now I am the one in charge of keeping the kids from jumping off from the top of it all hours of the day. Bad news indeed--mostly for The Hubs. Just for that, he's probably going to give me the short stick.
Which reminds me--this whole new pool table deal could be a great thing, because I am surely going to use it to practice my billiard skills. Whatever those are. When I do, you can be certain I will be in a bar in Davis, Oklahoma showing those rednecks how to lose their money. You'll be able to find me easy, because I am pretty sure it is the only bar in Davis, Oklahoma. It's also the only bar I know of where the men try to impress the ladies with stories of how they've got a great job at the Family Dollar making $4.50 an hour. Seriously. I kid you not. It really happened. More than once. And then one of the men's wife jerked her husband out of that place faster than a fly on crap. I know. I was drinking cold Dr Peppers--for free on one of their tabs.
I don't make this stuff up!
Most importantly (and along with his World of WarCrack habit), my husband is going to feel like a kid again--and that's the most
PS: Minimum Wage was $5.15 an hour at the time of the Redneck Bar Show Down.
PPS: I like dancing with toothless men.