quit working at the shop and opened up a fencing business with his dad. Tuesday night after he got off , he came over to hang out with me. I talked him into installing my new ceiling fan. His dad had all the tools in his truck, so called him. Robert (’s daddy) brought the tools and decided to stick around and help.

(Men are good for some things after all) ;)

I met Bob once before when me and Nick were last summer. He’s a cool guy and funny as hell. I just found out he used to be a preacher… I wouldn’t have guessed that in a hundred years. My mom got here awhile after Robert did, so I had to introduce her to him. I was a little embarrassed of her because she was smoking a joint and was breaking some bud up on the coffee table. Robert ignored it and when he turned around Nick covered it up.

Robert tried to make a joke about his name and my mom’s name being similar (her name is Roberta). It was still a little tense. I changed the subject by asking Bob if Nick had told him the new nickname I had given him. Nick turned red and said, “NO, I haven’t! And don’t tell him either!”

Bob started laughing and told me I had to tell him. So I said, “Well, Nick is always complaining about his balls. He says that his left nut is twice the size of his right nut (personally I haven’t ever noticed), So I started calling him ‘Daddy Big Nut.’

He started cracking up. Nick was embarrassed. Bob turned to Nick and said, “Don’t worry, son. It must be genetic.”

Nick smiled and said, “OH, so it’s YOUR fault. I’m gonna start calling you Granddaddy Big Nut!”

We all started cracking up. I laughed my ass off – until I got a mental picture of Bob’s big left nut… ewww.

On this day..