You Have Friends? Well I'm Two Epps Ahead of You

No, it's not a typo, I meant Epps.

Yesterday was my friend Epps's birthday.  Not only have he and I reached a point of solidarity in being a fellow February child and also in being the calming forces for his wife (who happens to be one of my favorite people on this earth.)  Frankly she needs us for balance.  See how I insinuate myself into other people's lives?  So slick!  I had an incredible time at their wedding which I blogged about here back in September.

Anyway back to Epps, it was his birthday this weekend.  In the past, he, his wife, and I have had more good times together than I can count.   I would tell you about some of them but I have no way of ascertaining if you are old enough to hear these things.  It's the internet, after all.

[This blog entry is rated G and approved for all audiences.]

But suffice it to say Epps is a great guy, the kind of person I can be friends with individually regardless of his marriage-to-my-friend status.  But just a heads up, you are going to want to keep him away from any single dogs.  Man do they LOVE his leg!

There once was a fellow from Eatonton 
(A place that likes teas if you sweeten 'em.)
When he drinks whiskey
He gets pretty frisky
If you're serving taquitos he's eatin' 'em.

[Note: I talked to the birthday boy later and through the conversation learned that his wife made him do work around the house on his birthday, so rewrote another limerick that may be more appropriate.  I mean his birthday was on a Saturday, that only happens every eight years or so!  Also, it is really difficult to rhyme Eatonton.]

There once was a husband named Chris
'Bout the good ole days he'd reminisce.
Til a shout from his spouse
"Get to work on the house!"
And he did, or else no good night kiss.