What the hell?

For some reason I find that phrase completely amusing. I don't curse and I don't feel like this is cursing...to each their own opinion. But I have a few instances where I would use this phrase and where this phrase has been used towards me...so here goes.

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A direct quote from an email I received from a coworker: "What the hell do you keep it in your back pack or something?"

This made me laugh...because he was referring to a cake that I had baked and took with me when I left the office for a bit to visit a job site. I didn't carry it in a back pack though, just in case you were wondering. I just carried it in the 9X13 pan that it was in!! Sheesh!

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The other day during a staff meeting I had a plastic horse thrown at my head. Yes, during a meeting. Yes, a plastic horse, you know the kind that kids play with when they get little plastic bags of "farm animals". Why this little horse was in our meeting, I have not a clue. Why the horse was thrown in my direction, I have not a clue. In all actuality, I believe the horse was thrown at a coworker who saw it coming and leaned out of the way, but it hit the wall and bounced off, slamming directly into the side of my head. Causing me to think "what the hell?" but I did not verbally say this. Seriously, who else does this kind of thing happen to?

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My dog has been told numerous times his boundaries, limits, rules, etc. Yet he still continues to disobey. What the hell? Is he seriously stupid? I am beginning to wonder. Just the other day during our normal morning routine which goes like this: let Spencer out, let him back in, fill up water bowl, put food in other bowl, tell Spencer to lay down, once he lays down he gets to eat, then he plays for seriously like a minute (b/c I don't allow much time in my morning routine for this), I say "Spencer time to go, get in your crate", he gets in his crate and I lock the door. We have been doing this routine for a year and a half now. You would think he would get how it is all going down. But on Monday morning he decided to be a turd. We did the whole outside/inside eat food thing and then when I say my lovely quote to tell him I am leaving he takes off running around the living room. I finally get him on a fly by and spank his booty saying "get in your crate, NOW!" Then I have him cornered right in front of his crate, thinking I am victorious, but what does he do...well he sits his fat butt down right in front of the door to his crate and refuses to move another inch. To which I not-so-politely shove his rear in the direction of his crate. To which he responds with a not-so-polite GROWL. Yep, he growled at me. To which I replied in thought NO YOU DID NOT JUST GROWL AT ME!! But he did. Then I shoved him in his crate and locked the door, hoping I wouldn't experience his first bite. But he did not bite me and I got to say several times "BAD dog, VERY bad dog!!" And that is how I started this week off. Mean dog, brat dog. When will he start to behave?? I hope soon!

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Now today it is icy and I am NOT using that phrase because luckily I was told to stay home today. So today it is just Spencer and I lounging in the house while Chris is off at work. Hopefully Spencer will not inspire the phrase at any point during today.