Congrats!!!!

Well, it happened. Big R finally popped the question to Lil N.

Amazingly, she said yes. I'm thinking that Big R might have slipped a little something in her drink to induce her to say the word, "Yes."

By proposing to her though, Big R managed to lose a bet that he had with Cameltoes. The bet was a 1.75L bottle of Maker's Mark on who would get engaged first, with each one betting that the other would propose first. Congrats to you, Sir Toes, on your valiant win. Well played my son, well played.

So now Big R is finally gonna get to move out of his apartment complex that has no shortage of volleyball playing Indians (dots, not feathers). They really do play volleyball EVERY DAY!! It's kinda funny though, watching them all playing volleyball, with about 1200 players on each side of the net.

I did hear that a certain suburb is a great place to raise a family. I'm just making sure that you knew that, Big R.

The other day, Annie and I were talking about Cameltoes. You see, she likes Sir
Toes, but sometimes he's a bit much for her. Annie is pretty sweet and innocent, and Cameltoes and I are......um.....not. So you can probably imagine the shock and awe that she goes through.

Well, anyway, we were talking about Cameltoes, and I was talking about our clinic that we are about to open. I told her that Sir Bloody Toes was gonna be around for quite a while. Then she said the following:

"Well, I guess I'd better go ahead and embrace the Cameltoes."

I'll give you a minute to let that sink in............................................

I laughed pretty hard. For multiple reasons.

1) She actually said, "Cameltoes."
2) She actually said, "embrace the Cameltoes."
3) It's just a funny sentence.

On Friday, my brother graduated from Ghetto College. I'm proud of him for doing it. During the commencement speech about 1/4 of the audience was talking. I found it a little odd and rude that the people couldn't shut up for 15 minutes. Nice. Glad everyone could make it to the graduation that DIDN'T have any class. For example:

About 30 minutes into the ceremony, this guy stands up and walks to the rear of the auditorium. Here is what he looks like: He's a tall, skinny white guy. He's even got tattoos covering both arms. But here's the kicker: Printed on the back of his shirt, in big letters, was the following word: "Asshole."

NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEE. Reeks of class. Especially at graduation.

On that note, keep on keepin' on.