Tuesday, April 21, 2015
It's that time of the year again.
It looks like a testosterone bomb went off in here and Abby is looking perturbed that couch, futon and all extra sleeping spaces are no longer hers.
There's many years of history here, and there will be some tales told under the "Cone of Silence" where a toast is raised and at least one tale will be told about a wrong way tank and a Bosnian goat (a tale that's in my next book but not told here tonight). I don't have a real little brother of the blood kind, but I really do have my own band of little "brothers", and for that I'm grateful for their presence.
We think we have also lured Tam over for Poutine and Beer on Friday night.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Posted by Brigid at 7:30 PM