Happy Birthday Ben!
Has it really been 28 years? It seems not too long ago you were the pudgy cheeked kid who always got stuck playing the baby in our home movies or the baby horse to Jennie's momma horse. How you actually survived being our little brother I don't know, but somehow you survived it all only slightly scathed. Now you have little girl, an Irish wife, and a great house. I would like to remind you that none of this would've been possible if I hadn't saved you from accidentally hanging yourself in the old farm house. I'm still expecting your first born son. 
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Brad - thank you for the kind well-wishes. Thank you also for recounting one of the more embarassing episodes in my life (and I'm not referring to the lobster photo) in which, acting out a scene from A Tale of Two Cities, I unwittingly ended up hanging from a rafter in the old shack while you listened to your walkman on the sofa ten feet away. Oh my - thanks again for that - I still owe you (my first born son, I guess?!?) - B.
updaaaaate! I demand entertainment. and pictures.
Brad- Where are you?! Something is very, very wrong when I am posting more than you.
Brad, what's up man! Do you think you have a life? And if you did have a life, aren't you obligated to tell us about it?
I get it. You're just loving the attention. Holding off in your blogging to see how much people miss you. Very crafty.
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