Monday, August 17, 2009

Blueberries of Love

My sister asks us to come blueberry picking with her. We say sure, we will call you. We don't. Then, the wife decides that we should go blueberry picking on Sunday morning. We invite our neighbor to go with us, since she was at home alone with her son. After we get there and pick berries for an hour, we pay and get ready to leave. Well, who should show up? My sister!

I am sorry!


I am such a bad brother! I am a total sh*t!

But, I must say that the blueberries are so freaking good. I mean, really good.

1 comment:

Lee said...

Well, not a *total* shit. A little bit maybe. ;-) The berries are wonderful, but it was kind of a hellacious day to be picking..