You guysssss. It’s my baby brudder’s birthday. And he’s probably gonna dump of tank of spiders in my bed after he sees this post, because he hates any and all attention. But that’s too damn bad, Jesse Bones. It’s your birthday and I’ll whore you out on my blog if I want to.
That’s how the song goes, right?
Happy, happy birthday handsome guy. I’m sorry for stealing all of the attention from you when we were kids (and now). And I’m sorry for ruining your career as a prodigious architect. You’re hilarious and kind and athletic and intelligent and you’re the best mathematician I know.
Well, 4 out of 5.