He sure is a lot of fun to have underfoot, and the week went by far far too quickly.
Being his little sister, I have always looked to him for direction in life, okay well that's a blatant lie, but perhaps I should have because he taught me a wealth of skills this past week. Such as:
1. how to choose appropriately manly birthday presents for my husband.
2. that we have a karaoke channel on our tv. Who knew? And Bruno and Eva could have been YouTube stars if only I had been thinking enough to capture them droning their way through Desperados. (Bruno, we told you ABBA, not Eagles!)
3. check to make sure that your sibling who has the same initials as you has not already used those initials on the Grey Cup football pool board before entering your own. Somehow it never ocurred to either of us that the other would use their own initials. And since BB cleaned up in 2 of the 4 categories, we had to split the winnings (although I maintain that it sure looked like my handwriting on those winning spots).
4. that the mighty Bow river begins near Lake Louise and ends at the Old Man river.
5. how to shop. Frightening, I know, but mon frere appears to be a shopper (although he claims to be a purchaser, rather than a shopper). I would ask though, what you would call someone who can spend 6.5 hours in IKEA? I did come home with a lovely set of comfortable and sassy kitchen chairs to replace those backbreaking and squeaky old church basement chairs we had been using lately. And no more sticking my fingers through that hole in the tip of the oven mitts. The bank account will just have to suffer for a while.
6. that there are all kinds of really cool birds around our place, including bald eagles, and he knows how to identify them.
7. that a week is not nearly long enough to talk about everything.
8. that the house became unbearably empty after I took him to the airport. I'm actually really glad to be going to work tomorrow.
We spent a mere 4 hours in IKEA yesterday. The 6.5 hour mega-trip was made during a previous visit and without the presence of any zombies.
Bruno wishes to tell the world that he does not drink a lot of coffee. So there must be some other explanation for the four-fold increase in household coffee consumption during his stay.
And when Bruno drinks coffee, he finds that people don't listen fast enough.
But enough about me, how have you been? I am now coming to visit you all because I have so missed your pithy and pertinent observations during my blog hiatus.