You know those times when you think you have it all figured out? When you try to plan ahead and make things perfect, and then it all gets thrown back in your face in an epic turn around?
Yesterday was one of those days.
It was Chad's 28th birthday.
Let's just say I had a really low key, semi surprise for him.
I hid his present (a new trolling motor) in the boat so that him and Dustin could go fishing an he would find it there, and then they would come back and have cake (which I made, complete with fish and bears) and ice cream (Tillamook Marionberry Pie flavor) with me.
What actually happened was Chad getting hammered (apparently against his will and it turned out being my fault), me getting him NOT what he wanted for his birthday ("oh... a new trolling motor, I thought you were going to get me a 10/22..."), and me spending my whole evening crying at home.
Days like this I just want to lay down on some train tracks.