So Matt’s work is pretty much the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory of Jobs, like it’s pretty much just a giant party e’ryday. They have slurpee machines, soda fountains, free lunches catered, they're dog friendly and the CEO owns a poodle that knows how to drink out of the drinking fountain. They’re even building a slide from the second to the first floor because their just cool like that. Oh and did I mention they had Jef (with one F) from The Bachelorette come and visit last week. People, it’s the freaking Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory of jobs.
So anyways, yesterday Matt tells me that he’s bringing Indie to work so that she can get in on the party. And I’m not going to lie, I was a bit jealous that I didn’t get invited to the slurpee drinking, poodle petting party, but whatevs, I’m not bitter. And of course mid day I get this text from Matt.
Sir Matt: “So we have a life size storm trooper in the office, and Indie thinks it’s real, she won’t stop barking at it.”
Me: “best.dog.ever. Just as I thought it wasn’t possible to love her more, she goes and finds a life size storm trooper to protect us from.”
Sir Matt: “I gotta go, she just found a life sized Buddha that she really hates.”
Me: “Need I say it again? BEST DOG EVER.”
Sir Matt: “I took pictures! Oh and the poodle pretty much humped her to death. Love you.”
I just…….. I mean….. I have the best husband AND dog ever. Right??? I mean right?