I realized that I'd better get to posting on this here blog, or else Lil N might just kill me.
Life has been pretty rosy lately. I met my Shorty 2 months ago, and we're going strong. We made a trip to San Antonio to visit Big Judy and his new baby. I will relate a hilarious story about that trip.
Big Judy tends to love his whiskey. And when he does, he tends to pour back a few more than would be necessary. It makes normal conversation and walking abilities a wee bit difficult. He also has a wickedly weak stomach. Here's the story.
The Sunday morning after Big Judy, his wife, Big R, Lil N, My Shorty, and I all went out, I awoke to find Big Judy sitting on the rocking chair with the baby. He looked white as a ghost, and I knew that he had already vomited that morning. I asked him how he was feeling, and he stated that he felt like..arse.
Not long after we started talking, he got up and as he is handing me his 6 week old baby (G Money), he asks, "Hey dude, will you hold G Money for me?"
I reached out to grab the little guy, and replied, "Sure."
He then proceeded to walk around the coffee table, and head into the kitchen. At this point, I had no idea what he was doing, until I heard the unmistakable rumbling of Big Judy's stomach. He then retched into the kitchen sink for about 5 minutes. I, for some reason, thought that it was hilarious and started laughing my arse off at him. I actually laughed to the point of crying.
Ah, good times.
I can't wait for Aggie football! I look forward to hanging out with Big R and Lil N this football season.
Keep on keepin' on.
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