My brother is stinky
June 2, 2013
“Rrring!” There goes that stupid doorbell again. I wipe the tears from my eyes and sniffle. I open the front door to find my friend, Beth, standing there with yet another bowl of potato salad. This one is covered in paprika. I can’t stand the stuff. Her husband Mike is standing beside her, uneasy in … More My brother is stinky