Kelly and the apron

Kelly~ I would like for you to stop harassing my husband. The night you took this photograph, a sacred night- Christmas Eve, you asked him repeatedly to remove his shirt. You continually yelled, heckled and coerced him into walking around in JUST his apron. Yes, it was funny. Yes, he looked pretty good in just the apron... However, since then, my mother cannot stop staring at Brian's lap. My father calls him "power thighs", and Meggan has asked him three times where he got the scar on his buttocks. Evan saw a poster advertising the Chippendale Dancers at the store, and now thinks Daddy was on "tour" with them.. in Afghanistan. Eric has called Brian 86 times since Christmas, and Alan just laughs whenever he sees him. I personally find myself feeling rather sensual whenever I see an apron... and as for my lady neighbors, well, they too phone "Bri" and ask him for help at their homes.. at least twice a week. I don't think he will ever get out the wine cork he sat on out. You have changed the way people look at Brian. You, in your reckless, encouraging way, forced my husband into hanging out in a Santa apron for an entire evening. I don't know if my family interaction will ever be the same. Next year, we will not be cooking anything for Christmas Eve. Guests can eat before they come, and if anyone looks at Brian in a creepy or seductive manner, they will be asked to leave the house. I know how you operate Kelly, so why don't you just refrain from attending for a year or two. We need time. We need to heal.