Though I’m pretty much ripping this template off from Natalie, I really don’t care because I would like to take this chance to wish my little brother a happy birthday. Some great and interesting things about Peter:
• He doesn’t like mustard or ketchup. I have no idea how he eats hot dogs or hamburgers.
• He’s got a crazy sense of humor that thankfully matches my own almost to a T. I think I have laughed hardest in my life only when he is around.
• He cheats at Risk.
• He’s wicked smart. Like, for serious.
• There is nothing I could possibly do in my life that would make me prouder than I could be of him.
• He took his fashion sense from our father … but its getting better. Sorry Pete.
• I’ve probably been a crappy older brother sometimes, but he’s always been a great younger brother to me.
• He’s a clothes thief. Be warned.
• He has a sexy foot. There, I said it.
• He used to hate sports in general growing up and it was like pulling teeth to get him to watch anything. But now he’s pretty knowledgeable and its fun talking college football with him. Finally!!
• He’s wicked strong too. He’s been able to beat me up since he was 17. Its my great shame.
• Ok, I lied. He doesn’t cheat at Risk.
• He is, unequivocally and without hesitation, the best person I know or have ever known.
• Though this is not about him: I miss him terribly and love him a whole lot.
Happy Birthday Peter. I hope you get really fuckin’ drunk tonight.
2 comments:
I make no promises on the drunk, though I will try. (had a party last week. Turkey pasta doesn't taste as good coming up as it did going down).
Thanks Nick. I miss and love you too. And you've always been a great older brother. Never think otherwise. Never.
And I DO NOT cheat at risk. It's called HOUSE RULES!
Aw, Pete's the BEST.
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