I’m taking a break from taking a break to write about what Kevin did yesterday. Sometimes I think he exists purely for the sake of my blog.
Kevin didn’t come home from work until 9:30 last night. I knew he was having a ship party at work but he thought he’d be home by dinner time, and I was too far deep into Cake Boss to be concerned with where he was.
At 9:30 when he came in and I asked what took him so long he said, “Didn’t you get my texts?” So I fetched my phone and read, and this is a direct quote, “Uhhh…drank an entire bottle of campaign, might be late…”
I don’t know. Maybe the unicorn on his face should have clued me off?
I wasn’t sure if he had flown home using fairy dust or driven himself, so if you ever wanted to see a picture of a muscular Italian guy in a pink shirt with a unicorn on his face take a breathalyzer test, today is your lucky day.
Any guesses?
And that was just the unicorn! That’s some strong campaign.
(Just to clear Kevin’s name, we don’t own a breathalyzer test specifically for nights like this. It was for our more raucous years when we hosted Rock Band parties once a week.)
Still laughing!!!!
Awesome unicorn!
HA!!