My Poor Uncle

I was at my grandma's funeral. At the time, some of my cousins had the flu. One of them got sick and threw up all over my uncle's head. My sister and I could not stop laughing. My mother was absolutely mortified. I'll never forget the look on her face and how hard she tried to shush us. This was her look:


-Janel

Not Really Chocolate

When I was 7 or 8 years old, I was at my grandpa's house and there were these chocolates. Being a little kid, I would eat anything good that I found. I started to eat the chocolates, piece by piece, until there was only a few left. On the car ride home, my digestive system let me know that those chocolates I ate weren't really chocolates, but were laxatives. Luckily, I made it home and into the bathroom just in time.

-Al