The Butcher
The Butcher's birthday is coming up soon. He'll be 24. I just don't know what's weirder than watching your youngest brother, who still seems very young to me, turning ages that I felt very adult at. Twenty-Four. I believe I was in grad school. My other brother was already a dad. It's a very adult age--24--and yet the Butcher is still my little brother.
Well, it makes me feel better about how I've been totally unable to pull my life together in any kind of orderly way. I mean, give it six years and when the Butcher is turning 30, I'll be able to look back and say, "Wow, thirty is young."
Anyway, I'm debating about what to get him. Do I go for America or the newest Grand Theft Auto or perhaps a weekend up with his hero, Miss J.'s husband?
posted by Aunt B at 10/17/2004 03:36:00 PM
2 Comments:
Or you could get him a can opener. Assuming the ghosts of the civil war still have yours.
-Super Genius
Two reasons I love Tiny Cat Pants:
1.) Awesome ghost stories that make me slightly afraid to be alone in my office and to work the night shift at my "institution". If there were more, that would be cool. If not, it would still be cool.
2.) Because Aunt B is the sort of super cool midwest person that would blame a supernatural event on her possibly inconveniencing another person.
-I'm a Super Genius because I didn't just make the super obvious snoring that could wake the dead joke right off the bat
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