When we were at American Players Theatre on Sunday night, we saw a guy who looked like he could have been Josh Groban's brother. Seriously, he looked a LOT like him, only way taller. My pointing out this fellow to my husband led to the following conversation.Me: Can you imagine what it would be like to be Josh Groban's older, yet way less talented brother?
Evan: Yeah, people would mob him and say, "Oh my gosh! You're Josh Groban's brother! Can you sing too?" At which point that guy would be like, "No. I work at McDonalds."
Me: Poor Jimmy Groban.
Evan: Maybe he could play the piccolo or harmonica or something?
Me: Not likely. Can I have a gummy bear?
Evan: Just not a red one.
It's conversations like this that make me realize once again that I married the only man on the planet who can match my neurosis. I'm a lucky gal.
