And, it wasn't even his crazy daddy or Papa John or Uncle Nootie who did this to him. It was his own mother!
If only he'd known what kind of crazy family he was being born into, he might well have...
pumped his fist into the air, hollering "Hot diggity dog! Let the shenanigans begin!"
After all, he did inherit their genes, did he not?
P.S. I'm headed up to Dallas for a few days to help celebrate Sister Poo's Big Seven OOOHH. Strange, but I'm not in the least disturbed by the fact that I'll be turning 63 at the end of next month. But, having a sister who's turning 70? Now that kinda freaks me out! Unfortunately, the weather does not bode well for the first day of this adventure. Here's hoping it's not white-knuckle-driving all the way to Big D! (Actually, here's hoping I can even get over our low-water-crossings when it's time to leave.)