No walk, no awesome stream pictures

There was just no time to do the bruce-stroll last night, what with the band coming over for some pre-practice grilling. Sean and Olga and their daughter, Mia (henceforth to be named Little Seanita, as she is the spitting image of her dad, who shares a passing resemblence with Guy Fieti from the Food Network.) came over to take some pix of the Belles, Kelly and I. Seanita is adorable, and I could eat her cheeks.

Olga is a very talented photographer, and I'm jealous of her rad Canon camera, complete with a fish eye lens. Brucey would look very handsome in that camera.

Here's a picture she took of Kelly and I:

Bruce was however, beside himself with joy. Not only with all the REALLY COOL people that he could sniff and lick and run circles around but the fact that they were holding food. Meat more precisely. Grilled chicken and burgers and weenies. He's usually pretty mannered around us and food, but since these were new people with food, people who may be clumsy and drop things, or nice and give him things, he was a downright nuisance. Not begging, per se, more like hovering, just hoping, praying that some stray meat would fall his way.

Then he discovered that the grill brush and tongs hanging from the grill had been meat adjacent at some point recently so he proceeded to lick the living daylights out of them.

A good time was had by Bruce.

Update: I have been informed that when Ryan came downstairs this morning, one of my very expensive patent leather white-trimmed pumps. Has. Been. Destroyed. Beautiful, COMFY shoes that cost more than two digits. I don't know why exactly it took Ryan 4 hours to divulge this information. Except maybe fear.