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family drama
Ahh, Easter dinner at the parents. It’s funny how no-one in the family is the least bit religious, and yet all these holidays bring us together. So we talked about some real estate matters, over active colons, tattoos, the dogs breath, and piercing. The whole time my brother called me names like when we were little. Another nice, grown up holiday visit.
After this time Richard has requested that he not have to sit by my brother during dinner. It seems that it grosses him out. My brother, who as I have said before, is a very large man. Very, very large. He eats a lot of food very fast. Richard claims that this is rather noisy.
So from now on I have to sit by him. Oh well, he's
my little brother. I'll just elbow him and tell him to chew with his damn mouth shut.
