I was about to lose my mind.
Oliver kept repeating the following:
Mother Trucker
That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick.
When I say, "kept repeating," I meant it -- over and over and over -- incessantly. In a redneck accent.
Henry raised his hand to punch his brother and apparently thought better of it.
My mind is lost, but my selfie skills are intact.
Reader, how was your Tuesday before the Hellidays?
