“Where is the brick house?” asked fellow blogger, Mark Bialczak, as he approached my home yesterday afternoon. How can brickhousechick not live in a brick house, right? I guess my symbolic brick exterior (which protects me from harm most of the time), will have to do.
Mark, who many of you know (and if not, get over to his blog now), his DWK (dear wife Karen) and their beloved dog, Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle stopped by for a visit on their way home from their lovely vacation at the Happy Cottage in Cape Cod. We had originally hoped to meet at the Cape but our vacation schedules did not coincide.
Mr. B meets Mr. B –
As my readers know, I refer to my husband as Mr. B (brickhouse) when I
divulge his dark secrets talk about him but I also refer to Mark as Mr. B. The other Mr. B. So it was fun to introduce the B’s to each other for the first time.
After letting Ellie B explore our yard a bit, we headed inside to our back porch to enjoy some snacks and beverages. I made sure to get the other Mr. B shrimp with a lot of cocktail sauce since he was short-changed on the good stuff earlier in the week. You can read about his disappointing cocktail sauce story, here.
We sat on our porch chatting away and watching Ellie B explore the interior of our home and then settle into a rather… comfortable pose.
Mark’s lovely wife, Karen was exactly that. Lovely! She kept Ellie B (and Mark) in check and enjoyed a glass of wine, knowing her husband would be driving the 3 hours home. That she was a good sport in agreeing to meet not one but two bloggers during her much anticipated vacation, tells you what kind of person she is. (Great meeting you, Karen!)
As for Mark aka the the other Mr. B, I can tell you with all certainty that he is just as sweet, caring and charming in person as he is on his blog. You can see by the sparkle in his eyes how much he appreciates and enjoys all aspects of his life and how much he looks forward to new adventures. He referred to many of the details I have written about on my blog and could make the connection to my stories after meeting Mr. B and I. I love that he remembered the time Mr. B had a delivery of manure compost delivered to our driveway the day before guests arrived for my daughter’s graduation party. Something I have not let my Mr. B ever forget!
Thank you, the other Mr. B, for taking a bit of a detour from your trip back to the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, to come meet Mr. B and I. It was our pleasure to welcome you into our humble brick-less house.
Have you met a fellow blogger lately?