Brother Guano graced us with his presence, briefly. And no, he didn't really come for dinner, but it seemed like a better title than "guess who's coming to crash on the futon!"
Just one of those passing-through-the-state visits. Short but sweet and better than nuthin'. I was glad my Tuesday class is in the afternoon, although if it were a morning class, I'd have good reason to ditch.
I played a bit with the new camera that I still haven't played with nearly enough (like, really, at all). Note the grainy photo. Back to the drawing board. But still, I had to record the blogworthy event, since he's one of the sort of readers and cast of characters around here.
I thought I would also slap the photo on my facebook since a good number of my fb friends know Guano from our growing up days. facebook kept trying to tag him as Wolfgang. Really?
And speaking of Wolfgang, he lost his driver's license. No, not as in had it taken away, but as in "had it at Elitch's (amusement park), didn't have it after". *sigh* You know what that means...
*MUSIC OF DOOM*
The dreaded DMV. *SCREEEEEEEAAAMMM*
I said I'd take him this week since he doesn't have a car. How ironic. Since he's under 21, he's got to go to the Teens and Criminals DMV for a replacement. Here I thought I was done with that place until Meego is of age.
So I'll take him. Maybe HE'LL stay for dinner.