Fatherhood

Let me explain.  No, there is too much.  Let me sum up.  Our friend, Wren, was unhappy with her recent cooking experiments and what Stacy was trying to get at (and failing ;P ) was that considering that she’d whipped it up pretty much on the fly, it had come out rather good.  Those were the words in her brain.  You can see the words that left her mouth.  She blames it on the pregnancy, naturally.

As I was sitting within arm’s reach of Wren, I was given the opportunity to take one for the team, as it were.  Except Wren is a fiery and violent wonderful and educated woman, so she wasn’t going to settle for one smack.  Two-fisted windmill of doom attack, go!

I’m wearing another Mountain shirt, this one with a fire-breathing dragon (much like the woman I was sitting next to er, I mean, nothing).  Stacy’s just looking all snazzy in her purple sweater.