Post by Jude Wainwright on Dec 7, 2008 23:35:53 GMT -4
Sunday night was Desperate Housewives night in the Brighton house; the two youngest Brighton's and the three Wainwrights would spend the evening in the Brighton's living room, curled up with snacks and good humor.Currently, the lot were gathered on the sectional couch, a plate of Samson's chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table before them. Johnny and Jude were side by side on the couch, Samson snuggled into Jude's side while Ophelia had dragged Tatum, a unwilling participate in the weekly ritual,onto the overly large chair in the corner.
"I can't believe Preston is pretending to be Porter. That is so not going to rock." Ophelia's voice caused Jude to jump slightly, Johnny's hand tightening on his knee as Samson snorted beside him.
"I can't believe Lynnette is letting him!"
"I can't believe Preston is pretending to be Porter. That is so not going to rock." Ophelia's voice caused Jude to jump slightly, Johnny's hand tightening on his knee as Samson snorted beside him.
"I can't believe Lynnette is letting him!"
