Coming home from the Nas concert (damn, HD is right. Duke is stationary on stage.) last night my wife called me and told me that she wasn't pregnant. I did one of those freeze frame jumps; you know the way every ‘80s sitcom ended. You see, the wife was feeling sick the last couple of days, throwing up and such. I’d be lying if I said I wasn't shaking in my mandals.
Not that I'm not ready for a baby because no one is...you learn on the job. If she was it would be a blessing from Dios and I would have successfully avoided that pesky minority having kids out of wedlock stereotype. I rather just wait a bit. My two lil’ nieces suffice not to mention
Uno,
Jesus
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Did you know Haitians call their pops papi as well? Bet you didn't know that, uh.
PS. THE PHILLIES WON CARL!!! J/K
I know, Yva. They won 10-Zip! First place in the Eastern Standings.
Wow that's nice of Yva to give you that courtesy call. Usually you only get a call when the outcome is the opposite. It's like when you interview for a job and they call you to tell you they aren't hiring u, nice gesture. JS :-)
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