Taylor

Today my sweet brother drove up just to spend a few hours with his sick sister. He helped me get my car checked at the dealership and then hung out with me while we waited. For some reason, I feel most lost in the world when it comes to car maintenance. It helps that he's an expert. We ate those new fancy cooler ranch tacos (which will probably be my new constant craving to replace my need for cheeseburgers) and he told me crazy adventure stories of him almost dying in a spontaneous whim of fun. We owned the packed Fun Park with our arcade skills. I have no idea how he can remain oriented with those airplane games, I got dizzy watching. And he has fastest reflexes of the West and scored some 300 tickets just by hitting the button at the right time. We walked away victorious, he with a jumbo tennis ball and I with a Groucho Marx mustache set. What a wonderful few hours with the greatest brother.