Birfday wishes

So, we went out to dinner tonight for my brother's birthday - what a fiasco THAT was!!!

Nah, just kidding. I'm not really going to tell a story about that, but we did go out to dinner for Frank's birthday, and it had fiasco tendencies. He was giving me a hard time for my Acme roast below, and saying, "I bet this dinner's going to make the blog." So just to spite him in his old age, it will not. :-)

I do want to say happy birthday to Frank. He's 25. He gives good hugs. He makes me laugh. He has eclectic taste in music. He can sleep anywhere. He's got the Dougherty stubborness. He's handy. He's single, ladies!! We have different personalities in many ways, but most of the fundamental attributes are the same. I love my bruver!!

Look at those guns! And Frank's aren't bad either!