What Goes Down, Must Come Up!

Ahhh Angie....... Ang, Ang, Ang. I had a difficult time titling this entry, because you really didn't stand out in a crowd full of idiots, otherwise known as relatives, until you were much older and wiser? I remember you being just about the happiest child on earth, and we relentlessly teased you about you report card. Because of our inferior genetics, we were all a bit envious of your straight A's. SHOW OFF! Sorry, I'm still a bit resentful. But, there were two incidents that stick in my memory, and I can't help but chuckle just by writing this. You had a knack for being rather stealthy, and you were involved in an early form of 'drive-bys'. You had these moments where you were rather ninja like, and before anyone realized, you made your move toward their open beer bottle or can, swigged as much as a five year old can shotgun, and just like a shadow, you were gone, and a good quarter of a can was now devoid of malt beverage. Of course, every thief has their moment. Unfortunately, our family has had their fair share of smokers. And unfortunately, just about anything served as an ashtray. You know where I'm going with this right? So one day, while your parents, and or other miscellaneous adults, happened to be sitting at the table, drinking a few afternoon brews to take the edge off, and probably playing marathon rounds of pyramid solitaire, you decided to strike while everyone was engrossed in card games. You quietly walked to the table next to your mother, reached up, grabbed a beer can and threw back! Little did you realize the can of beer was inadvertently booby trapped with cigarette ashes and butts! I just remember a lot of coughing, gagging, spitting, and topped off with some crying. Quite possibly one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed. Sorry it was at your expense. Another incident happened on Aunt Gin's front porch. You somehow got a hold of some money, and was putting it in your mouth. I think you accidentally swallowed it? But while your mom was there to pick you up at the end of the day, you threw up about 36 cents on Aunt Gin's porch. Ah yes, the loving, watchful care of our dear Aunt Gin.