Taylor is about six months younger than me. That means that he is just enough younger to have gotten tortured by me growing up. I used to make him play Barbies with me every time he came over, but I at least let him be Ken, most of the time. I figure it evens out since I spent a good bit of time at his baseball games in the summers, even though I already had developed my dislike of all things sports.
Now he's married to a great girl, Agnes, and he has a year old little boy, Andrew ( see post " Andrew's 1st Birthday Party" ). It's really strange that he's aloud to be some body's Dad, but he is a great one. Every time I'm around Tay I remember how funny he is and think how we should hang out more often. Unfortunately we are all busy and time gets away from us.
Let's make a point to get together soon. Also give me a call because I lost y'all's numbers in the " drowned phone in bathtub" incident. I would love to give Andrew is first haircut soon.
Taylor and Agnes at our old house for Greg 70's themed surprise b-day party
Agnes and Taylor in normal clothing at Automatic Slims several years ago for my b-day
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