Just spent a really fun extended weekend with my family. My baby sister is getting married and we went to a shower given in her honor.
Lots of fun. And she's pretty much the cutest bride ever.
So it was great, except for Deuce, who sucked. Did I mention he jumped out of the car at a gas station in the ghetto of Baton Rouge and ran back and forth through six lanes of traffic? While the Hubs chased him?
Meanwhile a nice thug on the street corner was all: "Catch 'um! Catch 'um!"
Thats when you know you're pretty screwed -- when the gamgstas are all HERE, LET US HELP! Thanks for the support, Bloodz.
Hubs caught him, by the way, and the gang cheered.
Thankfully, everything else was great. Turns out my sister's 14 month old son and Gibbs the Pug are BFFs. In fact, Gibbs was kind of the hit of the weekend. Folks couldn't get enough of him.
And especially compared to Deuce, he was an angel.
And his angelic nature was rewarded. Shamelessly. By my sister. With cake.
What happens at Grandma's house stays at Grandma's house. It's like Vegas and Bangcock in that way.
-- Post From My iPhone
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