Bryan's best friend is Brian from work (I call them "Bryan-with-a-Y" and "Brian-with-an-I"). Anytime they get together at our house in the evening, it spells nothing but trouble.
Example: I had a huge business meeting with my vice president one day--requiring me to be at work extra early. This meant Bryan had to take the kids into daycare, since they didn't open early enough in the morning. I got up that morning, noticed he wan't in bed (not unusual for him to fall asleep on the couch watching TV all night), and got myself ready for my big day at work. As I turn to leave the bathroom, Bryan comes bumbling in reeking of alcohol. He had just come inside to pee after staying up all night drinking in the driveway with Brian. So he obviously couldn't drive the kids to daycare--I had to call our friend in the next neighborhood over to come help out. Complicating matters was that our driveway was lined all the way around with empty beer bottles--lined...all...the...way...around. I don't have a picture because I was raging mad AND I didn't realize they were even there until I backed out of the driveway and ran over a bunch of them. You can't imagine the outrage after that... Those guys are lucky they are so darn cute. Or I would have KILLED THEM.
Now I realize I've written all about one shining example of Bryan-Brian mischief, and nothing about what I set about to actually write. Stay tuned for a later post about Bryan-Brian and paranormal activity.
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