a short salute to my brother

Soundtrack: Jasper by Aidan Knight
Words: +1500 on a new summer fling


Shortly after publishing my last blog post, I realized that I had hit the big one-oh-oh. My blog now has officially one hundred posts :)

Looking back, I've had some hits and some misses, to use a sports metaphor. I'm watching the Simpsons and they're playing tennis. Anyways, my blog is like a little piece of me, internet sized. For my 101st post, I felt like I should write about something special. Since I've been talking about writing as a boy, the first thing that came to mind was my brother.

Today I thought I worked at 1:00. In fact, I was sure of it. So when my boss called me at 11:15, I was completely surprised--and completely ashamed. Luckily my brother, who just got his full license a few months ago, pulled up his Yellow Submarine pajamas and gave me a ride.

My brother is awesome. I don't say that nearly enough and I usually think it most when I'm somewhere else.

We can be very different. I worry almost constantly whereas my brother is unnervingly laid back. But we also have a lot in common. We both love indie rock, the Beatles, potato pancakes and butter chicken.

Sorry this post sucks. It was meant to be heartfelt and, okay, I'll admit it, a little sappy. But I'm going to cut it short because I have to go. And my brother's home.

One hundred and one. This one's for you, Martin :)

Erika

PS: He explained the "I mustache you a question" picture. Say it out loud and it makes sense ;)