I swear, sweet man, if you ever give up law, you need to head straight for the Comedy Club, or at the very least, WRITE comedy. You look so much like what I had imagined... except I had you with curlier hair... what a beautiful family... all of you.
I'm thinking you need to work on a 'bad boy' imagine... come home one day in faded blue jeans with ripped out knees, black motorcycle boots, a Harley t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a red bandanna on your head... stomp through the front door, grab your wife, and say 'come on, woman, I'm taking you to the bedroom now, and we're not coming out for awhile.'
That sounds kinda cowboyish, huh? Well, something like that. I don't know, this is another almost fantasy I got going on here, so I'm still working on it... but, anyway, think Bad Boy.
