Before I pop off to bed I just have to tell you guys this.  This will really illustrate how STUPID some people are.

So I got interrupted in my SCing earlier because of random things.  I had to get off of here and head over to the farm a little sooner than I planned.  Well anyway, a few weeks ago we had a pretty ugly storm with lots of lighting.  At one point the electric fence around the pasture got hit somewhere.  We thought the charger was out, so my FIL went and bought another one today finally.  He hooked it all up and turned it on ... no juice.  After a bunch of fiddling around once my husband got home we have thus far deduced that it is not and was not hooked up wrong.  Something else is the problem.

That set the rest of the night's events into play.  I'm still full of laughter over it.  I probably shouldn't be ... but damn it was so funny.  Anyway, so the next step is to go around the fence practically with a fine tooth comb and get rid of any weeds, grass, branches, etc. that may be touching the fence and potentially grounding it out.  First, before I go further, I want to say that I'm going to laugh my ass off if that's the whole reason the fence stopped working in the first place and it was just coincidental with the storm.  I've been asking and asking and asking if we could do a once over on the fence because I've noticed the weeds growing a bit tall.  Nobody wanted to do it.  I've got a vested interest in there ... my horse.  They NOW decide it's important because the one foal that's left in there has learned that the fence is off and has been sticking his head through the wires to get the grass on the other side.  Bad ju ju because then they'll start testing the fence further.

Anyway, so my husband worked today and it was late, and beginning to rain, so he didn't feel like fooling around with it, he wanted to take care of it tomorrow when there would be more day light and less rain.  I don't get why my FIL even asked my husband if he felt like doing anything if he was going to go ahead and let The Thing barge right in and do what he wanted.  He was on the phone with him while he asked my husband if he felt like dealing with it tonight, my husband said no, and my FIL COULD have told The Thing not to worry about it.  Didn't happen that way.

So fast forward and my BIL and The Thing go to check the fence out.  My husband and FIL didn't go along because they didn't feel like doing it tonight.  After about an hour BILBM gets a call from my BIL telling her that he just went swimming.  What?  Now this is where it gets funny.  Freaking hilarious to me.  Instead of going around the outside of the fence, like any of the rest of us would have, The Thing decided to try to prove he had balls and he went IN the pasture, with his truck.  Another side note, I hate that he does that purely because my horse is in there and the guy is a moron.  It wouldn't be above him to think it was funny to chase a horse with his truck.  If that were to happen, it wouldn't be above me to think it was OK to murder him in the most gruesome, painful, bloody way I could.  Messing with my horse is like messing with a mother's child, sorry, that's just the way it is.

Anyway, so apparently when they were going to come back out of the pasture ... and keep in mind it was raining ... they started to go up a hill to get out, caught a little mud ... the truck kicked sideways ... and they slid into the fucking third pond (there are three in the pasture).  No shit.  Truck. In. Pond.  ROFLMAO.  What a fucking retard.  He should have known better.  He knew it was raining.  They knew it was getting muddy and slick.  They knew it was a tight fit between the fence and the pond.

Here's why it's so funny.  My SIL and The Thing always brag about their truck being so bad ass.  It is annoying.  It's obnoxious.  The truck is a piece of shit.  So is the driver.  Their big bad truck got stuck in a little mud and then slid the rest of the way INTO the pond.  ROFLMAO.  Let me catch my breath ... lol ... breath ... breath ... oh crap it's getting worse ... LMAO.  I'm snorting, in case you were wondering.

Right, better move on, we gotta get the truck out.  So The Thing calls his brother, who brings his truck and brings it into the pasture.  Grrr on my end, purely because now I have two idiots with trucks in the pasture with my horse.  No, this isn't something I can ask about not happening again ... my FIL won't go for it.  Only if something actually happens will he listen to me and go along with nobody driving in the pasture unless it's him, my husband or myself.  Anyway, nobody thought The Thing's brother's truck would get it out, so my FIL instructs my husband to get the big tractor. 

So now we've got my husband and me on the big tractor, my BIL and BILBM on the 4 wheeler, my FIL on the lawn mower (just to ride the length of the fence to 'watch') and The Thing and his brother in the pasture.  I have to say, it was a little scary going down such a damn steep hill on that tractor in the rain when everything was slick, including what I was sitting on, AND having to avoid branches ... and with the tractor's brakes being sub par.  Anywho, so by the time we got down there The Thing and his brother had the truck out and his brother is all 'Yeah, who said my truck couldn't fuckin' pull his out?' because yeah, we had verbally said so.

All I could think to say was ... 'Umm ... so who's trying to prove they have a penis?'  Lol.  It was a fucking riot ... it proves how stupid The Thing is ... and oh my crap am I just giddy over the fact that my SIL was PISSED that he put the truck in the pond and ran so late, letting his dinner get cold.  Fricken' moron.  At least he's good entertainment every once in a while ... now that all is said and done and I don't have to worry about my horse. 

So yup, that was my Saturday night.