So the Hubby called this afternoon and is all "ya wanna go with me to Bass Pro?" and I'm all "sure but Bandi has been living in the brush pile in the back yard since 8:30 this morning and growled at me when I went outside. He's also growling at the other dogs and Zoe's sad because he won't play. I think he hid a bone out there. Or he found a dead animal and wants to roll in it without being bothered."

And he's all "fine. I'll get him when I get home." and its four in the afternoon and the Hubby comes in and we go to the brush pile and Bandi is so excited to see him that he goes right to him without any growling.

Bandi is a bitch.

So we go to Bass Pro and as we walk in these people attack us. "Test drive the new Tahoe! Fill out a survey! Get a 15 dollar gift card!"

I'm all "I'll give you fifteen bucks to get out of my face." In my head. Then we go inside.

The greeter is all "Test drive the new Tahoe! Fill out a survey! Get a 15 dollar gift card!". The Hubby is smiling and nodding and practically pushing me along so that I don't embarass him by loudly stating what he knows I'm already saying.

Then we head to the fishing section (I hate fishing but that's another story)and are stopped again by another dude asking if we need anything or if we would like . . . I don't know what because I shot him a dirty look and he quit talking.

Then as I'm leaning against a giant bouy staring into the women's clothing and wondering if the green flowered shirt on the mannequin is worth my time to mosey over and check the price tag (it wasn't, I was just that bored), when another Bass Pro employee leans over me and states "If you are that bored you can go sit on the bench by the aquarium". What? Are you serious? And leave the Hubby with no supervision and surrounded by expensive lures? To stare at a fish tank? Am I five? The fish tank was going to be more interesting than that flowered shirt or the gigantic canoe filled with old fashioned tackle boxes?

Besides, I had already spent twenty minutes in front of the fish tank. One of the crappie was giving me the evil eye.

Then (yes, dammit another then)in the aisle a guy walks in to look for something and asks how we're doing today and if he can help us find anything. The Hubby steps in front of me because I know he knew I wanted to say "Yes, find me a sign that says if one more person comes into my personal space or dares to speak to me one more time I'm going to start screaming how much I love plastic worms and start rubbing them all over my body." Well, the Hubby probably didn't know thats what I would say because he's a perv and would like that.

I didn't say that of course, I even smiled. I mean, it wasn't the kids fault right?

We left and the Hubby detoured around the Tahoe people to keep them out of my line of fire. We passed the Tahoe. It was camoflauge. All over. I was so embarassed for those people trying to pimp it.