My Brother Mat is a crack up. A tease. He claims not to like the brocante, though he lives in an old beautiful home. He likes to joke about my blog, and gets a big kick out of reading the comments.
He reads my blog everyday.
Everyday.
And that makes me very happy.
For those of you who have been reading my blog forever, you know my Brother Mat with one "T".
Mat is married to Shelley (Who is saint for putting up with him for all these years.) they have three children: Sam, Joe, and Marie.
Mat has always been a jester. I could write an entire blog about his antics… my other Brothers (Marty, Mark and Zane,) and I are sweet and kind, generous, thoughtful, loving… and then there is Mat. I can say things like this because I am the oldest. I am the only girl in the family, and it is true. Besides, he gives it to me constantly on my blog, big chucks of B.S. and I love it!!
My Brother Mat with one "T" loves to give "lectures"; I would say talk, but it isn't that… Sometimes I think he thinks we are in a conference hall, when instead we are just standing in the kitchen… he can talk, and talk, and talk about any subject for hours. Literally. Interesting yes. Can I get a word in no.
My Brother Mat I love him, he is my brother, he ain't heavy he is just a pill.
Just look at that guy!
Saint Shelley and Brother Mat, not to be confused with a religious order.
Though he is faithful, a church going man, a family man, a good man…
but a pill!
Know you know his face and his loving wife.
Please give him some heck.
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