I guess peace and quiet can only last so long. Especially when you live in my house.
I love my brother, Steve, but boy does he wear me out! Last week the guys in the Springhill Ballers started questioning his “street cred,” which had him all twisted in knots. They said he was too soft [which he took as a not-so-veiled insult to his abs] and cared more about looking tough than being tough [true and true].
Would you call this tough?
I told Steve not to sweat it. As Baby Girl’s mentor, Gwyneth Paltrow, sagely says, Continue reading →
While Steve and I were hunkered down in the laundry basket Sunday, I asked him about this “initiation” he mentioned and why he needed a special outfit. After all, his looking for an outfit amongst Ethel’s costumes was the reason we were hiding from her.
Here Steve and I are hiding while Ethel stood guard outside the hamper!
Steve said that with the warm weather and windows open, he’d met a new neighborhood cat named Gus. Gus lives on the street behind us, Springhill Drive. Gus even brought over some of his friends to meet Steve.