“Good morning, Ruth. How are you this morning?” “Oh good. Brig Knightly was jogging around shirtless this morning. Made a couple of passes by the coffee house. Quite the sight.” She wiggles her eyebrows, causing me to giggle. Ah yes, Brig. There’s not much one can say about Brig other than “hummina, hummina, hummina.” *insert drool*
