We're number one! We're number one!

'I hate my life' is what she's thinking...

Before the BBQ, Yossarian (my evil red-haired twin) and I met up at Brutopia a few hours early, as we've been doing for years.  A few Extra Blondes and some ill-advised afternoon Jamieson later, we ambled up the street through a trashy Nascar wasteland.  We couldn't (we just couldn't!) resist the temptation of posing for a photo with this comely young lass.  It's always a non-stop guffaw/giggle-session when Yossarian and I are both in town.  Hee hee!  Giggle!