The Knights of the Templar

Do you really know what it feels like to never be in any family pictures, well, let me tell you. I have years worth of family photos of my husband and his brothers. Where are my sister-in-laws and me? Feeding kids, washing dishes. All those years when we were younger and skinnier, no pictures. Just the boys, smiling, laughing, reminiscing, and generally having a good time. Well, payback is hell boys.






Tommy, Mike, Gerald, Lynn and Jeff Mathews and Mom












The Knights of the
Templar is what my
husband and his brothers
like to call themselves.
This was taken at the
camp on July 4, 2007.
They always take a
brotherly picture with
no other family members
just the boys. This
picture also included
their Mom. Every
Christmas, every photo,
just the brothers. Well
we wives had had
enough.

As they lined up for their usual pose, we had our

water guns ready and let them have it. We normally prim and proper wives let all our years of being out of the picture come out. It really was a surprise to them. And for very smart men, they are so gullible. At Christmas the same year we got them with silly string. Go girls.

Can you tell they are brothers. Try to fiqure out who is who. They should be called Knights of the Bald Head.

By the way, my husband is the one with the comb over. He holds his hair down on top on his head when I cut his hair. Way too much for me. He says he still has hair there. He feels it. Well I don't feel it, and especially don't see it. He uses more hairspray than I do.