Yesterday I told of Uber-husband's trip to Rum Bay for Battle of the Bands and a few too many shots.
The evening ended with him taking a cab home.
He realized as they turned on to our street that the evening was about to get a whole lot worse: It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday and his nice buzz turned into a "way too drunk" moment. Having the dreaded "I am not feeling good" realization as he stepped out of the cab, he decided to take a load off.
Being that the closest chair was the one we had put in the gutter for Spring Clean-up, he decided to take seat.
So there sat my dearest Uber-husband in the gutter on a throw away chair at 2 a.m. on a Thursday where he promptly fell asleep.
So, yeah he wasn't just taking a quick rest. No, he was passed out ... in the gutter.
Oh, what I would've given to have a picture of that ...
But becuase I don't, here's a re-enactment:
Starring none other than Wee One using the neighbor's gutter chair (you know, because everyone has to have a gutter chair).Yeah, I wasn't kidding when I said that we're white trash.
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