Here's a little bit about my brother...for those of you who don't know him.
He was my best friend growing up. I wanted to be just like him, I wore his clothes...
He got hurt doing just about everything.
- Cut off his fingers in a farm oger
- Split his knee open sledding
- Fell off his bike and got a concussion (but so did I)
- Sliced open his finger with his pocket knife
- Blew out his shoulder playing football
I don't think I've ever heard him lie...joking is a whole other story.
He's mean....he's my brother.
He married one of my best friends.
He likes to dress up like women for Halloween. He is a great uncle. Lulu's favorite person. She loves her uncs.
He's probably the strongest person I've ever known. He carried my dresser, up three flights of stairs...with ease.
Let's just say, I love the guy. He's been a pain in the ass most of my adult life, but can't imagine life without him.
Glad you were born brother.
