the guy behind the guy

Broadway makes everything better. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I can’t help you. My fondness for my dear friend’s shrimp is undeniable; combine that love with a shared affection for most things Broadway and it’s a recipe for no testosterone. (Well, maybe some. But that testosterone is arguably interested only in other testosterone; however, I digress…) Having not grown up in a household where seafood was featured, being presented with such is appreciated, doubly. (Patty claims otherwise, but she also swears that she’d never been on a trampoline until last year). 97 words? Class of 97.

Read what Mariel wrote. (Read what I wrote on Mariel’s page.)

love this girl