How many of them are there?

Over the weekend, we were with my dad’s family at a birthday party for his youngest sister.

At one point, one of my aunts made a reference to a post I only put here.

I got the feeling I’m getting more hits from family than I ever thought.

Which is fine.

You’re all welcome. (Hey, guys!).

You’re a bunch of sneaky mother fuckers. But you’re surely welcome. 

Always.

I mean, Le Café Witteveen isn’t my dirty little secret. The damn thing pops up pretty quickly with a simple google search.

It’s evident that it’s everyone else’s dirty little secret.

The evil grin has become a bit of a permanent fixture on my face.

 

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