Fucking Sober!

I just had to share this this morning.  The cap'n's oldest son and wife are here and we met with a bunch of friends down at our favorite little corner restaurante last night for salbutes.  This place is just a little outside stand with a few plastic tables and chairs, they don't sell beer but if you want one, someone will run over to the bar across the street and get you one, but we usually bring a little cooler full of beer for those that wish to imbibe.  Which I Don't!

We were dispersing for the evening and one of my friends made a comment bemoaning the fact either that he'd feel like shit in the morning or that hed suffer from some other malady visited upon him because of booze.

I made the chirpy comment, "Not me."  (God, I used to hate people like me).

To which he roared, "Yeah, cuz you're Fucking Sober."

To which I replied, "Yeah, and tomorrow morning everyone is going to wish they were me."

It sucks to be me. It really does.

Not.

P.S. My daughter-in-law made it through the surgery without any problems and we will know on Tuesday if any of the lymph nodes were involved.  Right now it is looking like they caught this very early, probably due to the fact that she just had a baby and was getting regular check-ups.  The only thing that has us really worried is the vicious aggressiveness of this type of cancer (small cell neuroendocrine cervical cancer).  Thank you for your prayers and thoughts.