Uncle Bob is coming into town today. He's riding his motorcycle from North Carolina to Michigan with a couple other guys, camping at sites along the way. Right now he's about 300 miles out in Kentucky. I got him my favorite Michigan beer to share, some Kowalski stadium Kielbasa (it's ka-wality), and made my famous apple pie and brownies. Family has become more important to me as I've grown older, and since the dawn of the zombie apocalypse. Fuckin Mayans
five_by_five:
Homemade apple pie and brownies you say? How does one join this... "family" you speak of? My sweet tooth demands an answer!
