apologize.jpgZOMG We’re finally going to run MrT! Huzzah!

The cell phone rings, we know without looking it’s Mrs BRK. She has always had a knack for knowing just when not to call

“BRK! Hold on, you’ve got to hear this!”

“Honey, no time. Gotta run, see you when you get home.”

/click

“OK fellas, let’s go!”

/cell phone, Mrs BRK again

“BRK!! Listen you’ve got to…”

“HONEY! Not now, please!”

/click

Two hours later, Mrs BRK comes home. We’ve finished our MrT run and happily greet her outside.

“Well, you dumb b@stard, you just pissed two fans off.”

/puzzled

“I was at Target and ran into two guys in the camera section arguing about Hunters. They asked if I played, I said I was a WoW-Widow, but that they’d better not let BRK hear them bad-mouthing hunters. How did I know about BRK, they asked. I’m married to him. You’re Mrs BRK?!?! Can we talk to him!!

“So I had two of your readers on the iPhone wanting to say hello, and you totally blew them off for whatever stupid dungeon you were running!”

“It was MrT…”

“Carry these!”

So to the folks Mrs BRK met in the Waterford Lakes Target, we apologize for not taking the time to say hello. We cleared MrT two times, if that’s any consolation. Maybe?