A beautiful wednesday morning!

Just wanted to let ya'll in on my morning so far, as i write this I am in the office by myself (which totally stresses me out because I hate dealing with all our customers without Mom) because both my mom and granddad had a executive meeting to attend which of coarse I am not near experienced enough to be involved with. So i woke up extra early this morning to go walking, which ended up being a lovely stroll in the rain, but nevertheless, proud of myself that i did it and feeling great.

As you know, Rue and my mom's dog Monkey come to work with us. Mom comes in my room when im getting dressed before she leaves for her meeting in columbia and asks if I could let Monkey ride with me to work as she didnt want to run by the house on her way to the office after the meeting. I said sure with a small cringe as Monkey is not a perfect angel like rue, but a loud, slobbering, bat from hell. So marston leaves for school, moms off to cola, and who knows where dad is. I get both of the dogs on the leashes and walk outside to realize my tire on the new car is completely flat. AHHH i call dad in panic bc i really need to get to the office and he tells me to drive his work truck - its a peice by the way, a small grey little ranger that he beats up all the time hunting and driving through the woods. BUT i have to take his deer rifle out the back and for gosh sakes i can not knock it around he instructs me to move SLOWLY and lay it down in the house...i ask him Dad i know how to handle a gun im not going to set it off...he said oh he wasnt worried about that but worried that i would mess his site up. whatever. I get all his precious hunting gear out the truck, rue jumps in ready to ride and monkey is jumping back and forth, digging his claws into my shoulder, panting and getting drool all in my hair. I try and keep my calm, crank the truck up and realize there is not enough gas to get to orangeburg which will require me to go into St. matthews and get gas at the ridic prices of the only gas station in town. Whatever, im late anyways. So i drive three miles, i have one of those im frustrated dont even look at me attitudes, pull up to the tank, and Monkey starts going CRAZY like something you would see on youtube. Well i have had it, i take my over sized wallet and beat the dog with all my strength repeatedly telling him that i hate him (and i do) he is screaming. After pulling myself together and getting my card ready, i jump out the truck to see Josh Culler's father staring at me --- he is on the other side of the same pump watching all this go down. I quietly look down and say "hello mr. gregg"