I bet y'all missed me. Don't act like you didn't. Let me fill you in on the super amazing stuff that's happening in my life. Um.....
The End.
No, seriously, yesterday was the FOP/Hose Draggers AKA Firemen's bowl-a-thon for Easter Seals. Our team consisted of Saul, Jorge (who had one foot in the ground from a disabling cough due to cold), my hubs, and me. I, of couse, had my 3 bowling balls, bowling shoes, and my bowling towel from the Women's National Bowling Tournament in Reno, NV. Bear in mind, that my average is only 160, so do I really need all of this stuff? No. I just carry it around to act important. Hubs brought his 2 ball bag (the bowling balls and bag, sickos) and the mindset to kick some ass, because he totally did. Saul and Jorge came without shoes and their own BOWLING balls so they had to borrow the house equipment. This means they are losers. Well, I thought they were losers. Apparently, Saul's stepdad is on the senior PBA tour and ended up kicking my butt. What a sand-bagger. I taught Jorge some tricks on how to master the old-lady-straight-down-the-lane shot. He ended up beating me one game. Ugh, I really do suck. Oh, and the hubs had 255-256- and 160 something game. Enough about bowling...
Saul and his wifey are building a house. Some teenagers went into their garage and etched a huge penis and some not-so-nice-words into the curing floor cement. This had everyone busting his balls (the real ones, not the bowling kind) the entire night. Fast forward to dinner afterwards. Saul could not drink since he had to work the same night. It's, I guess, against police policy for their employees to come in drunk. So, Saul consumed Sprite the entire night (poetry is neat). This lead to my hubs making fun of Saul for his choice of drink and for basically being a wimp. My hubs got drunk and was annoying the crap out of me and I'm sure Saul, Jorge, and their wives as well as their super cute and super quiet co-worker "The Sperminator." "The Sperminator, T.S" and his newlywed wifey are expecting, so congrats to them. T.S.'s wife was dealing with morning sickness and couldn't join the festivities though. Morning sickness sucks!
Dinner was over, we parted ways.
At home, since hubs was drunk, I talked him into making a video on the webcam. He would never normally do this, so I basically took advantage of his intoxication. He slurred through the story of Saul's penis art in his garage, sprite, and something I didn't know... chicken's don't have penises!! This was shocking to me. I'm still trying to understand... it may take me a while.
I'm going to google it, while I'm thinking about it.
Toodles, Meg
**All names have been changed to protect the identity of our friends**