well, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but we don't 'pick' our jobs around here. I mean, do you REALLY think I got a vote in who swabs the hallway floors? Or the one who has to toss hunks of
cut up climbers fresh meat into the attack yorkies' cage? Did I get a say in where I bunk at night (in a tent, around a campfire, on the hard ground!!!)? Or, who do you think gets sent into the bee aviary for first checking of all dem damn hives???? And, it took me a month to convince SOMEONE we had the funds to get another bee suit!! Then I get Dime! From ITALY! I mean, he's great, seriously, but the powers-that-be figured it would mess me up trying to understand his Italian-English! Little did they know I already knew how to translate from having a Texan for a wife!
We won't even go INTO who has to be the one to unbox the mail-order gators SarahT sent us for the moat...so, just be glad you get to stand on the moat banks, malt in one hand, cam in the other, looking pretty! J.w HAD that job until she kept asking us how to wind the film....sheesh! CAn I insert a 'eye-rolling' emoji about now???