Sue Story Saturday (with a little sidecar of Smoke)

OK, I’ve hinted at this story a few times and I wanted to actually follow up on one of my “remind me to tell you…” statements that I’ve made about 1,582 of on this blog.

The story is from Gertrude’s going away party from college. She was celebrating in her college town, which is only about an hour and a half away from Mayberry, and she invited her parents (Uncle Bart and Aunt Sue) and her favorite aunt and drunkle (Smoke and MamaG) to join her as she celebrated with all of her college roommates and friends. Being the ever-frugal Germans that they are, Smoke and MamaG shared a hotel room with Uncle Bart and Aunt Sue.

Let’s just say, the party must have been fun, because a certain aunt of mine wasn’t feeling very well the next day. Like, not feeling well to the extent of praying to the porcelain gods. And we all know how horrible that feeling is. The one where you just know you’re going to throw up. The act is imminent. It’s only a matter of time. Nothing stands between you and that toilet. 

But you know what was standing between Aunt Sue and that toilet?

My dad.

More specifically, my dad standing at the sink.

Shaving.

In his undies.

So, basically, MamaG had to grab undie-clad Smoke out of the bathroom so Aunt Sue could puke in privacy. 

While Smokey G stood in the middle of a hotel room in his underwear with shaving cream on half of his face.

So, that’s my family. 

Seriously, between Smoke and Sue, I have enough content for at least five books.

-Bev