In any difference of opinion, pants always beats no pants

E2 called tonight to wish me happy birthday, which impressed me. We talked for half an hour, largely about sports—football, basketball, and baseball—, but also about my sisters and my parents and grandparents.

As I've said and as you've probably noticed, I talk about my family ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. They make me laugh. Of course, it means I have to end most of my stories with random surprise endings, "And then I found $5," to provide enough interest for my friends. That's why I like talking to my brother. He laughs when I tell the Fat Bird story, even though he was there. He knows that my grandparents don't get along, so he can ask the right questions to set up jokes. Plus, because he's the closest to my age, I don't have to be quite as circumspect with him as I would with my parents or sisters. And teasing him about his flavor-of-the-month is always hilarious, to boot. Our phone conversations are a good time and made for a good birthday present.

Oddly, we only talk about once every couple of months. So, new (birth)year resolution: call my brother more.

And then I stabbed him.