Et tu, Brute

I jump on the blog to post some pix from a leisurely weekend in Idaho and to catch up on family business and I am confronted with images so disturbing that I wept like a child for an hour. No, they weren't pictures of Todd in a Speedo thong, but rather photos from a food illustration for Classico! Curse that savory italian goodness!  My brother is outsourcing photographic skill?  Food illustrations no doubt.  Hold on, I have to roll over, this dagger in my back is killing me!  You don't see me running around starting my own line of condiments do you?  I consider it the same level of betrayal.  Luckily, I'm willing to forgive and forget, just as long as Scott doesn't tell me how much they paid for those photos.  Then I'll Definitely need a sedative.  

KJ