I would be absolutley remiss not to mention this special day to all of you. My baby brother, Uncle R, has turned the big 3-0, and I feel so old.

In light of this traumatic event, I've created a poem in his glorious honor:

To My Little Brother

Thirty years ago today,
a little boy was born to play.
With blondish hair and eyes of blue,
and a strange affininity for playing with pooh.
Oh how I loved being your buddy,
playing all day until we were muddy.
You were my bestfriend and I stil consider you the same,
I'm sorry this poem is so flucking lame.

Happy birthday little dude! Love, smooches and hugs from your favorite big Sis!