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 insane intriguing part.
PS: Minimum Wage was $5.15 an hour at the time of the Redneck Bar Show Down.
PPS: I like dancing with toothless men.
