So....
Sundays we go to mom's for dinner. This has been a tradition since Chris died ten years ago. I needed it for sheer sanity.
I have hated Sunday's ever since.
Anywho...
Tonight we are chatting around the table waiting for my brothers Ken, Doug and Ashton to come upstairs and eat. They are glued to the Olympics.
Taylor is sitting there as my dad asks where the boys are. His reply is as follows...
"You mean the lawyer, the banker and the Italian gigalo?"
Now THERE is brotherly love.
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