ANDREW'S BACK IN DA HOUSE!!!!

So, I type this as RD washes fruit for tomorrow's road race event. As he says, He's such a good bitch. Can't wait to get there...



Andrew, another saving Brit, decided to get me on the phone this morning. So wonderful! We picked up where we left off, and I was regaled with tales of his dinkadoo apartment, recent bouts of silly pub antics, his loverly wife Ann (as we call her), and his chubbarific black cat whose name I didn't catch.



Between Tegan, Rayna's emails, finding another A Salt & Battery chip shop in the East Village, and now Dandy Andy, I'm set for weird, wacky fun.



Love means never having to explain your tea cosy.



(And not naming your firstborn "Apple.")