Last night I went out to eat with my two brothers, my sister, my brother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and two of my nephews. That's exactly 1/3 of my nephews.
David begged off ... he'd seen 'em Christmas.
We went downtown. Two days in a row -- I was in the big city. Since we don't get together like this often, I took my camera -- you know, you have to take advantage of great photo ops before everyone in the photos are OLD -- and since I am a professional blogger -- I never know what might spur me to blog -- after all, it can be "sketchy" down there.
So, we ate an unbloggable dinner, but we stepped outside to the courtyard to finish beverages and watch a little of the Braves' game.
I asked my two nephews if I could take their picture.
Here's what I got. <-----------------
*smacks 'em on the back of their smart alecky heads*
Wait. Wait. This is better than Fakebook -- all my single female blog readers are gonna wanna go out with them.
And the nephew on the right -- is a member of a cult. Look at his feet. I mean -- who would deliberately buy those?
Me: Are they comfortable?
Him: Not on gravel.
And he goes to Georgia Tech????
*shakes the hand of the other nephew and congratulates him on choosing Auburn*