This past weekend, we went down to our daughter and son-in-law's home in Barrie to celebrate their birthdays. Shellene's being on the 1st and Mike's the 9th of September. It was the first time we'd seen them since the dog passed(her name was "Tina #2", btw). It was a nice gathering of family and friends totalling about 50 people. As we were spending the night, I saw no reason not to let the hair down a little. After consuming a few beer and a bite or two, someone presented me with a shot of tequila(first since my 18th birthday, which is another story). I was kind of shocked at how well it went down, so I had several others. By this time I was "beered out" and had a couple of Crown Royals. Then the son-in-law says "I still have that bottle of "Newfie Screech" you got me for Xmas". Safe to say, I'm feeling no pain.
Sitting beside two very pretty, young blond ladies by the fire(life long friends of the daughters)I had entered "the silly season". One brought out this bottle of Purple Nail Polish to show the other when I was asked "do you like this colour?". I couldn't lie! My favourite colour is purple. So I told them! I distinctly remember one saying "want us to paint your toe-nails?". My youngest son showed up after he got off work(all 6'2"-325lbs of him)and his only comment was "Dad, you've finally lost it"! All I said was "Michael, if your ever lucky enough to have two pretty blonds ask if they can paint your toe nails, don't "ever" say no!