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.
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.