Dear Brother
For the holidays I thought I would tell you the truth
1: You were not adopted, like I told you when you were 6
2: Mom did not win you at Bingo
3: Your "real" Mom was not executed as a war criminal
Just in case you were still wondering, that picture of me hugging you in your crib, was not an attempt to murder you.
You are the bestest brother in the whole world. No matter what I actually thought when you were born, I am glad that the parents didn't trade you in for a Cocker Spaniel. Even though you made a habit of scaring the hell out of dates that came to pick me up. And you told one of your friends who was taking me to a movie, that he must be "hard up for a date" if he was dating me. Yes I forgive you. I am still mulling over the memory of you calling me an aardvark, making fun of my Girl Scout uniform and saying that I looked like a frilly watermelon in my tutu. Maybe in 2007.
Enjoy your broadband. And welcome to the 21th century
yes paul i hot linked to your site, I am a bandwidth thief, sue me
Oh that is too funny! I believe I may have said some similar things to my "next down" sister, but then she got bigger than me, learned how to do "nuggies" and my reign of evil was ended :).
ROFL!
And Suzann, we all know that there really weren't any toys in the basement when you tried to lock him in there with the lights out.
(Ok, that was MY big brother, and that's the truth.)