Spammy

Happy Birthday, Sammy!

You're officially a teenager!

And although I'm still a bit uncomfortable with your new, deep voice on the phone, I am excited that you're growing up.

13 is going to be fun.

I promise.

And even though I'm too poor to send you a birthday present, I am singing birthday songs under my breath for you.

So if you hear some creepy singing, it's probably me.

I lurve you.

I luff you.

I loaf you.

Because love is not enough.

ps This is still my favorite picture of you, taking care of your gross bunny :)

Happy Birthday, Moose Man!

(His silly happy face is so like my own)

So I have this little brother.

And yesterday was his birthday.

18!!!!

So exciting!

And I love him a lot.
And I don't know if he even reads this, but I'm going to post it on his Facebook so he has to.

He's the one I call when I hear a ridiculously stupid joke that I can't tell to anyone else without getting socially rejected forever.
And he even laughs at them.

He's the one who is politically savvy and passionate.
Look out, America. He might run for president one day.

He's got this mop of curly hair that is adorable, but he won't let me touch it.
One day I'll wear him down with pomade.

He's sarcastic.
But oh so nice.

And he has this little silly voice that he uses when talking to the pet guinea pig that is sappy and so ridiculous that you could puke with the sugary sweetness of it.
He got that from me.

He hates vaccuming, but he does it anyways because mom always asks him.

And he's really good at guitar.
Like, really good.
He's going to teach me some songs this summer.
He has really big muscles. Watch him whup Dennis at stick pull with no problems.

And great musical taste.

He embraces all his quirks.
And so do I.

Because he's awesome.
And he has more courage in life than I ever will.

Which is nice.

I love you, Moose/MongATongTongHongEWong

Happy Birfday.

Happy Birthday Brother!

Once there was a baby born on Halloween.
Creepy? Yes.
But don't worry, this was a Nice Baby who grew to be a Charming Boy.
He was the oldest, so that gave him certain privileges, but he never exercised unrighteous dominion. If anyone did, it was the Magnificent Madam Mim ( or Younger Sister).
Instead, he was goofy and nice and if somewhat lazy, no one could grudge him that.
After all, Mother Dearest always did call his name first when there was work to be done.
So he grew up to be a Jolly Fellow who did Great Things.
Well, the Great Things were few, but he has plenty of time to work on those.
This only being his 22nd birthday and all, he has plenty of time to do Stuff.

Happy Birthday, Brother!
Love,
Madam Mim

In fact, we all love you.

Why Samuel Is Going To Make A Great Vet

...because he gives the nasty bunny with flies on his bottom a bath.

Happy Stuff

Due to popular request, I am posting something happy. So today, it is about my brother. He is on his mission in Seattle, and he is coming home in a little over a month. Excited? Very!