Usually, any gathering of Chris' brothers involves very good wine and very, very bad hangovers, but this time was actually quite civilized (well, except for the Star Wars Monopoly night, after watching the Return of the Jedi... I gave away my property and my last $63 at 1 am). Sure, there was wine, rum, cognac, scotch, bourbon and amarula, but it was quite tame, over all. I guess times really have changed. Or maybe it was just that I knew I'd be getting up at 6:30 no matter what...
Ryan was a great houseguest - appreciative of our culinary efforts (Five-Spice Roast on the bbq and apple crisp on Saturday; buttermilk pancakes for breakfast and steak and molten lava cakes on Sunday; lasagna and apple-walnut-blue cheese salad on Monday), and always willing to lend a hand to entertain the V-man... who LOVES his Uncle Ryan!
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my suggestion for a caption might stem from the hand motion he seems to be flipping, I mean, giving you...
Thats the look you give me when I say there is no more cookies....
Caption:
"Just take the picture already! I can't hold this position much longer!"
That's the look of a poop coming if I ever saw one!
.... similar to a recent B. family gathering photo.. "Oh no! Grunkle Rand is taking his shirt off!"
Mommmmmmm
I was going to use the classic:
I'm pooping! I'M POOPING!
False alarm.
but I won't.
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