That's my Big Bother over there. I've called him that for as long as I can remember. He also got Mr. Wonderful as he is not as social as the rest of the T2ed clan. Prince Fucking Charming when he was being especially cantankerous.
Apparently, he's soon to be posting a profile on LoweredExpectations.com. Or else he's just forgotten how to use buttons after a long day at work. Yes, that is an actual moving company uniform shirt, ladies. Please line up in an orderly fashion. Yes, he's married now. And with that belly fur, you can certainly see why he got snapped up so quickly.
Anyway, the Big Bother came to visit over the past week. He was staying with the parents. I think he just barely escaped with his life. Lots of chores that old people can't do: chopping wood,
replacing bathroom faucets, throwing away junk in the basement that has survived since the Hoover Administration, putting up with lots of advice from old people.
I just hope on the plane ride home he got a seat between Meemaw & Peepaw and they regaled him with tales of their travels, grandchildren and their various and sundry medical ailments. That'll teach him to be too busy to weed my backyard which currently looks like something from the Grapes of Wrath. Seriously, I saw Henry Fonda wandering around back there this morning.
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