Tuesday, December 06, 2011

The Eagle Has Flown/scena madre
I don't know what I'm saying. My mom is going back to New York in the morning. While she was here this happened:

And then this happened:

(That is red wine. That is a chocolate Twizzler straw. My mother did have one, too. F felt he was above such behavior. Remember that No Judgment clause you signed when you became an Arrivederci Brooklyn reader? It goes into effect NOW.)

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