Happy birthday to my brother, who is, if my memory serves me correctly, twenty-seven today. I have to guess on that because if my memory serves me correctly when Ed gets around the right element (such as myself and many others) he reverts to about 14 or so and we all laugh at the excessive amounts of fart jokes. And if we’re lucky its just the jokes that are farty, because sometimes when we’re all hanging out like that it can also involve non-joke farts. In which case our wives, who have not descended into the pits of adolescence, yet again, are disgusted and think we’re pretty much ‘dorks.’ I suppose dork is a word that would have been appropriate at 14… maybe the gals just shift into adolescence differently 😉

Anyway, Happy Birthday Ed, and I fart in your general direction.