We took Stinky to dinner last night after his game.  After a bottle of white and a bottle of red, we too were feeling a bit giddy in that Italian restaurant.   We didn't cause a scene until...............................

                                                                                the wait staff had to sing happy birthday, as it  is the policy of the establishment, to a child with one of those less than familiar names that now seem to be the craze.  Oh the stumbling when they got to the name was hilarious.  Having been awake too many hours, windblown from sitting outside for again too many hours, and the joy of the alcohol running through our systems, we may have gotten a bit too loud with our amusement.   Suddenly the name Stinky isn't looking odd at all.

Good thing the season is over. 
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Nov 13, 2011