Cousins Go Braugh!

I was summoned to Ohio for the St. Patrick's Day celebration. I found my people bowed but not broken. There is some bankruptcy, some mental illness, paralyzing seizures, addictions and interventions; there is also Kevin's suit, Shannon's hat made by Grandma Clark, and the Buckeyes kicking some wack Cinci ass. Our mutual grandmother would not see us because of the Game. There was no Irishness when the Bucks were playing. It was all O-H and I-O.

This pretty lassy gets it. All this pain and drama means we are learning things we can't unlearn and can't forget. When I see my people in pain I think I should be there; I should go home. The truth is that I was alone when I had to learn these things. We are all alone for our most horrible times, and this is my Unicorn Epoch, and I am not going home. Shanner gets her own magic time soon. She is right up on it. Do you see how cute she is?
Do you see these boys becoming men? They were so adorable as little dudes, and now they are promising man humans. The one on the left was a scratchy voiced robot and the one on the right was fat and edibly cute. Now they are these awesome grown men and they can generate inside jokes at the rate of 4 million a day, and recite the entirity of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Plus, Sean makes sammiches for a living!