Every time my mom sees this photograph I took in the Himalayas, of a woman carrying an enormous basket of sticks up the EBC, she says the same thing, she says that this lady is a dead ringer for my brother’s wife, Courtney.

And every time, I say the same thing in response, that I just don’t see it; because unlike my brother’s wife Courtney, this woman appears to be capable of working and clearly has a job.

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You can read more about my brother HERE, if you're in an odd mood and want to read about homelessness, heroin, and other unsavory things.