...I was standing in an operating room in the San Juan Regional Medical Center in Farmington, New Mexico.
Little ol' unexpected "Caboose" was being extracted from the stomach of The Mrs. by one Dr. Lane Vanderslice.
Everybody was all serious and junk...but, I was just there for the party.
Thanks, Doc! You done good!
Gee, ain't it funny how time slips away?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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Wait, your youngest is Mexican?
ReplyDeleteYessir! Can't you tell by his complexion?
ReplyDeleteWhat the heck you durrin' in Kentucky?
NOT SWEATING. It is UNcredible, too.
ReplyDeleteOh I almost forgot, HB, PR.
Paul, I'm sure he'll be thrilled with your well-wishes. Thank you very much, kind sir.
ReplyDeleteHB to your Mexican child.
ReplyDeleteHey - my youngest legitimate just turned 14 last Saturday. Ya, so there ya go.
He's not Mexican though. Like your child. The Mexican one, that is.
Mexican.
Gracias, Alcalde! You're too young to have a 14-year-old. Hoser.
ReplyDeleteOh wait...I'm just too old to have one. Never mind.
Happy birthday to a fine looking young man!
ReplyDeleteHe is a cutie!
ReplyDeleteI'll pass along the wishes, Jim and Staci!
ReplyDeleteHandsome lad! Happiest birthday to the handsome lad!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know Mexicans played brass instruments. Is that legal?
-- Moogie