NO road trip, BioHo
BioHo called DH in a tizzy. Naturally, she used SS17's phone to call so DH would answer (he lets 'Ho calls go to voicemail). DH now puts every call on speakphone (regardless of who as he has nothing to hide).
DH: Hey, son!
Ho: It's BioHo - don't hang up! It's SS21!!!!!
DH: Did something happen? Is he hurt?
Ho: He's MARRYING that girl as soon as he gets back to the states!!!!!
DH: I know that. So what.
Ho: But it's a courthouse wedding.
Ho: I want to be there. Can we drive down together?
DH: Have you lost your f*cking mind?!?! I wouldn't let you in my f*cking car if the hounds of hell were snapping at your ass. You need to lay off the damn sauce. ~click~
(at which point I snorked water up and out of my nose and howled with laughter)
Per SS17, Mr. Pinhead cannot take time off of work to drive down there so 'Ho wants to ride with us. Actually, I'm willing to bet a bottle of Blanton's that she wanted it to be just her and my DH.
- Drive solo
- Drive with SS17 (he'd have to get out of school)
- Fly (hope her broom is good for long distance)
- Cry a river into a case of Arbor Mist because she can't be there.
Beeyotch is whacked!