It’s the 12th in Asia.
I phoned my brother, but he was out.
WHERE IS MY BROTHER?
On this day, in the early 60’s
in a small town in Western Washington
a cute little red headed baby was born.
He would grow up to do great things.
He would excel at acedemics.
He would serve his country.
He would travel the world.
He would become a great husband (I hope)
and be an excellent father (I have observed)
and he would be my big brother.
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
In other news… I managed to get a few christmas cards to the mail and also finished up some birds and some stockings. Next week I plan on doing some holiday baking… possibly even making some CHEX PARTY MIX… one of my very mostest favoritest holiday snacks. I will not be making any lefse…. maybe I can put butter and sugar and on a tortilla and pretend. The moon is most brilliant and is shining down on us all. I will make a birthday wish on it tonight for my brother and send him my love.