Happy Birthday Baby Bro.

31 years ago today you came into my life. Mom and dad still say it was all my idea for them to have another child. I WANTED a baby brother. I didn't buy it then and I DON'T BUY IT NOW!  But I guess having you around wasn't so bad. I had someone I could boss around. Pick on. Make do my chores. Blame. Scar for life. And then eventually, bum pot from.

Lets face it. We have a 7 year difference. (Almost to the DAY now don't tell me mom and dad that you guys didn't celebrate Christmas the same way EVERY YEAR! Well at least THOSE 2 years. I can DO the MATH!) Those 7 years made it a little hard for you to understand that NO I don't WANT to play Transformers-More-Than-Meets-The-Eye with you. I do not want to play the newest game from Milton-Bradley. I am talking on the PHONE with my friends who I haven't seen in -  OH THE TORTURE - 10 minutes. NOW. GO. AWAY.

But now, as adults. We understand each other more. We get it. We survived. We are good friends. And I love you. As long as you continue to do exactly what I say - we'll always be this close.

Happy Birthday Bro.