MB is out of town, up in the deep dark middle of nowhere, hanging out with his brother who’s over from Australia.
I’m here at home.
Because they needed man time. Brother time.
Uhm, clearly ……..
I need to stop looking at it, but I can’t. I’m sitting here crying with laughter because there is actual snow on MB’s hat and because I think that’s the stupid hat with the fishing lures on it that I always see lying around their house and because Brother’s eyes are just tiny slits of pain and because Mr. Dozen Black Belts could kill a person with one flick of his wrist, but, well, obviously, not NOW.
MB told me that the night before all of this …… he had to carry Brother home.
Hahahahahahahaha.
Is. . .is that bubble wrap?
Wow. I am amused beyond belief!
Lisa — Hahahahahaha! “Just a coupla dudes sittin’ in a hot tub playin’ with bubble wrap.”
Uh, I have no idea. Wait. Yes, I do. I think it’s the undercovering thingie for the hot tub? Or something?
Or …. bubble wrap.
It’s better I’m not there.