Wednesday, 1 June 2011
06:05:19 AM (GMT)
I am going to start sharing drunk stories of my family. Trust me, I have
plenty. My family members are alcoholics...Well, father's side and my parents.
Okay, First story is just going to be short and sweet.
We were down in Dury at the cabins. We were having a get together. It was just a fish
dinner Sunday or something. We had caught a lot a fish, os we just cooked it and ate
it. I didn't have any because I hate fish. ANYWAY, back to the story. I was sitting
with my Aunt Stephanie and my Uncle John and some other family. They were talking
about different stories of when my dad, uncles, and aunts, were like when they were
little. Everyone was drunk and having a good time, except the kids. They didn't
drink, but they had a good time. Well, my mom got this brilliant idea to go check the
fish lines with my dad and some other family members. In crocks. You know, those
Later we heard my mom coming back laughing and crying about losing her crock. They
were purple. She was bawling. "I lost my crock! My only damn shoes I have!" Which
wasn't true, she has like ten. She put on some tennis shoes. "Maybe I can find it one
day," she said softly to herself. She was also whining about spilling her drink in
the river. It was a good weekend. This was one kind of dull, but next week with be
better. Stay tuned!