Oh, I have so much to post, so much to tell you!
But wait! Let me put it all on hold for a very important day.
There, don't I look sacrificial?
It's King's Day! Celebrate!
Just kidding, Dan.
I apologize for my enthusiasm, (Liz). I would like to be melancholy and frown, and use strictly lowercase letters and less exclamation marks, but I cannot! Today my long lost Guatemalite brother (who met Mama, by the way) is turning... 19, I think. Darn, that's
19? No way. Can't be. It's impossible, isn't he still like 7 or 8?
Well, Dan, congradulations. The... uh... big 19. We should put a label on this, like sweet 16 or jubilee 50, right? How about: gangly 19! What do you think?
Hmm. What can I say about him? Not like he's a Diva or anything. Hehe. Dan the Faithful. He is Mr. Faithful in like everything he has to do, even if it is shepherding your astray older brother by email.
He bought a truck. Now, THAT puts him into the faithfulness hall of fame.
Not sure how but, he is, I promise.
That also puts him into the car driving/owning world, my mortal enemy. Down with cars! Long live... feet!
Anyway, it's not his fault.
Dan, I dig you. Welcome to the world of people who aren't 18 anymore. Happy Birthday. You are more important than Christmas and, yes, New Years.
Yeah, sorry Dan. There's one of how you really look!