Monday, April 03, 2006
Two days late
Saturday was my brother’s birthday. He’s treating himself by flying solo to Jamaica where he’ll try to mack on drunken spring breakers and get high with the locals.
Did I ever tell the story of his birth? If so, I’m telling it again. Well, my mom had two boys already and she was really hoping for a girl because she was tired of my dumb ass. This was before the days of being able to tell if it was a boy or girl through ultrasound and her doctor was well aware of the fact that she wanted a girl. So, she goes into labor, goes to the hospital, gives birth and the doctor says “It’s a girl!” My mom gets jubilant, and the doctor says “April Fools, it's a boy.”
Then he yelled, "IN YOUR FACE!", spiked the baby to the ground like a football and did the moonwalk.