The Mafia Receives Mail!

"It's OK!" Bruno tells the Fun Police.
"I don't think it's a bomb. It's the the felt Vinds was nice enough to send to Ma!"



"Mmmmm...cardboard."




"I better dine al fresco!"



"All mine! The box is ALL MINE!!"



"Have you lost your effing mind?!" shouts Gino.
"Who the hell eats carboard?"




"I'll start on this corner..."



"Screw it! I'm going full force into it!"



"No cookies in here, right?"



"I love it! Thank you Vinds!"



"Vinds, you send the best boxes EVER! Thank you!"

Thanks for the felt Vinds!

I made sure that Bruno didn't harm it while "helping" me open the package.

The Mafia are sending Romeo and Rocky payment!

Bruno's Brain

Last week, I did it.

I lugged that huge 40 gallon fish tank
from the garage back into the family room.

After much sweat and almost losing a toe (PSA: It's not a good idea to wear flip flops when moving large pieces of furniture and acrylic fish tanks!), the big beast is now cycling.


In a few weeks we can finally add aquatic life.

And those of you who know Bruno in real life
know that anything new REALLY freaks him out.

So you can only imagine how well this went with him...



"Care to explain what this is?
And why did you have to put it next to my bed?"



All in all, Big Man did better than I thought he would!
A few "Touch" commands and some pieces of cheese later, he was
OK with the aquarium.



"Alright well, it's not completely freaking me out,
so I guess it can stay."



I asked around as to what kind of fish Ryan and I
should put in the aquarium this time around.

When we lived in the apartment, we had saltwater fish.

While marine fish were really beautiful,
they weren't exactly nice to our wallet
and it took a lot of maintenance.

Tiffany pointed out to me why the solution wasn't as obvious to me as it is to Bruno...

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, FLOOR!

Nothing like starting the day off with a massive hangover.

Yep, you'd think I'd learn by now, but nope.
I, however, am lucky to have the magic cure for hangovers induced by tequila.
The magical toast and bacon, washed down with a large cup of coffee,
seem to always do the trick!

I think The Mafiosos do truly enjoy my inebriated consequences.
After all, a hungover Ma means they get to possibly eat some bacon and toast tidbits!



"Ooooh...toast and bacon!
YES!"




"What do you mean you won't share?!
Ack! And the bacon's all gone?
WTF?"




"Come on, Ma! WTF? You ate all bacon?
I'm not happy about that!!"



"What? You're upset that Bruno and I said 'WTF'?
Didn't you know that when you turn three
you can cuss?
Duh!"




"That's OK. I settle for just toast.
Mmmmm...toast."





"Are you done yet?"




"I brought back up.
Are you done yet?"




"So, um...are you done yet?"



P.S. No, they did not get any.
I need all the fat and carbs contained in the toast and bacon
to help defeat the effects of ethanol breakdown!

P.P.S. Yes, I know I am mean.