One year ago...the last time all seven of us were OK just being the seven of us.
It was a Sunday morning. I affected my fake Irish accent (quite well I might add) and spent the day saying 'Top o' da mornin'. Darby O'Gill was on and I was watching it with Mom before we decided we had to get out to Betty's. So we did. We drove out there and had a great day. We were going to celebrate Mom's birthday...her 66th. It was a nice day to go. Not a lot of snow. It was also the day I'd rediscover KFC. See...for 12 years in a show of solidarity to Debi...I'd vowed not to eat KFC as she asked me to. I'm sure there's some humanitarian, ASPCA type reason for it...probably because they do genetic alteration to make each piece of chicken taste like a slice of heaven. I don't know...but I do know that on this day my Dad introduced me to the KFC bowl and well...I fell in love. How can any man resist boneless chicken, mashed potatoes, corn and gravy all mixed together. It's like 4 great tastes that = awesome. I...