No Italian To Be Found

Tonight I received a wonderful invitation from my brother Paulie to go out to dinner together. Considering we haven't had any quality time together (just me and him) in what seems like forever, it was a much needed adventure. After many failed attempts to find a place to eat in good ol' Spanish Fork, we finally found a place to serve us (even though it was close to nine and therefore practically midnight in Utah County). What a special night to be able to sit together and just talk - like we used to years ago when he lived in Idaho and I lived in Provo (shhhh, don't tell) and he'd try to escape Rexburg every weekend and hang out with me (surprisingly, Provo was more exciting than Rexburg). How I've missed him. I just wanted to take a minute and thank him for the invitation, for dinner, and for being my brother and my friend. Both of my brothers (and family, really) are so near and dear to my heart. Here's to things being erroneous, Italian restaurants that don't serve Italian, and, of course, pineapple. I love you.