Let’s Just Call it A Bro-Fro, at This Point
Cody came to town this weekend, which meant a visit to Tucson to see our grandparents.
(Obviously, he spent a lot of time on his hair prior to this road trip and dinner. Also obvious, my grandparents couldn’t have cared less.)
Whenever we are in Tucson, we have to swing through his favorite pizza spot — No Anchovies. He was sad he no longer had the “buy 1, get 1” coupon books from his UofA days, but he still happily wolfed down several slices.
Any time I can get with my brother, I’ll take. I adore him. And I also often want to shake him. So goes the sibling relationship.