Friday, September 12, 2008


This is what happens when your older brother refuses to acknowledge that YOU KNOW HOW TO WALK ALL BY YOURSELF, DAMNIT, and tries to pull you in one direction on the sloping sidewalk when you want to go the other way.

1 comment:

  1. Ouch. But traditional friday night bread (because I can't spell or pronounce it) heals most wounds. Kiss the poor boy for me.