When you’re 29 and a bachelor with your own business, one that after five years is finally profitable enough to allow you to live comfortably and with a few splurges (like a car payment) rather than like a pauper with no disposable income, you buy yourself your dream car:
What kind of car is that? It’s a Lotus-Amelia-Is-Too-Damn-Old-To-Ride-In-It-Elise. This car does not play nicely with 32-year-old mother with balance issues and a low center of gravity. It sure looks nice, though.
Leland is my favorite brother. He’s my best friend. He’s always there for me. He’s fond of saying, “Didn’t I tell you everything would be fine?” He loves my kids (Jamie just started saying “Eeee-An!” every time he sees Leland or a photo of Leland or we’re even just talking about Leland). He loves Slayer. And gargoyles. And skulls. And dragons:
…so I made him a dragon cake (rice krispies treat with frosting). Because as much as he is an awesome brother, I am an awesome sister.
Happy birthday, Leland. Thanks for pulling me out of your car, because I didn’t really want to stay there forever, and I sure as hell wasn’t getting out under my own steam.
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