Michael, my brother - so fine.
Mom says he always pushed that fine line.
Now he works for a mouse,
Lives in my friend Kristi's house,
And yells out "Sarah, more wine!"

Believe it or not, Steve and I met Michael prior to meeting any of his "three sisters". Yes, that is correct. We had a little business relationship with him back in 2001. We had decided that the expanding Davis family needed a bit more room and moved out of our sweet dream house at 1630 E. Concord. In walks Michael. He decided our little piece of heaven in Downtown Orlando was meant to be his. Steve met Michael at a walk through of the house where he brought his sister (not Sarah) and her two sweet toddlers (Parker and Nicole). Three years later when the kids were in Kindergarten, I met Kelly at Starbucks. I told her we had moved from downtown Orlando, to which she replied, "My brother lives in downtown Orlando." I told her I lived on Concord Street, to which she replied, "My brother lives on Concord Street." You can figure out the rest. Yes, Michael is living in my house. He does not realize that the fact that my dog is buried in the back yard means we will be tied together forever. I am thinking, now that he is turning 40, we may get invited over for a visit. We don't have the safe to entice him to have us over...but I am not giving up yet!!