You know, those lucky jerks who draw sheep tags. It's always one of the other guys. until today!
I had a crappy day at work yesterday and today wasn't shaping up good either. The wife yelled at me this morning, my kid cared more about Barney than giving me a hug goodbye this morning, and it was fricking raining in Southern California in June. I drug my feet walking into the office.
Then I checked draw results and realized this might just be one of the best days of my life. If I'd had someone who actually understood what happened, I would have headed to the bar right then to celebrate. Instead, my co workers watched me jumping up and down in my office, hooting and hollering like a whack job.
Sheep fever baby! I've got it bad now!
I had a crappy day at work yesterday and today wasn't shaping up good either. The wife yelled at me this morning, my kid cared more about Barney than giving me a hug goodbye this morning, and it was fricking raining in Southern California in June. I drug my feet walking into the office.
Then I checked draw results and realized this might just be one of the best days of my life. If I'd had someone who actually understood what happened, I would have headed to the bar right then to celebrate. Instead, my co workers watched me jumping up and down in my office, hooting and hollering like a whack job.
Sheep fever baby! I've got it bad now!