True Story Tuesday -

I love True Story Tuesdays!  Not because my stories are so interesting, but because I LOVE to read all of the other stories!  If you have a story to tell, something crazy, something funny go ahead over to Rachel and Mr. Daddy's and link up!






My husband is not a small man.  He is 6'3" and he weighs in around 280 pounds.  When we met he was around 230.  His brother was married to the OTHER Kelly back on May 5, 2001.  Being that it was Cinco de Mayo there was a lot of celebrating going on.  Kelly's mother was quite the stick in the mud, so there fore drinking was not allowed at the reception. This is a crowd of drinkers (no I'm not proud of that), that likes to have fun, so as soon as the cake was cut and they spoke to all their guests the Bride and Groom broke out of the reception like a convict breaking out of jail!  We all headed over to another friends house (Debra & Kevin) to start the party!  I personally don't really drink (much), so I remember this night a lot better than everyone else!

About midnight I found my hubby sitting in the hot tub with a beer in each hand semi passed out...the bride was sitting beside me and we were talking and she was quite drunk already.  All of a sudden My hubby jumped out of the hot tub and went inside.  He came out wearing a whole piece bathing suite that belonged to Debra (we were at her house) and the next thing I knew he was running around the block with the other Kelly on his back wearing her veil from the wedding.  They ran up and down the street maybe three times before he fell onto the front lawn.  Just imagine a grown man in a black bathing suite with hot pink flowers on it.....nice :) 

He doesn't remember that night...but I have to tell you it's one of the memories I pull out when I need a good laugh!