Everyone who has access to this blog can not only comment on existing posts but you are designated an "author". This means that you can post directly. Just click the "New Post" link in the top right navigation.
And if there is anyone else you think I should add as an author, send me their email address!
Happy musings!
Friday, February 19, 2010
My Brother Michael
I have a little brother. His name is Michael. He is going to turn 40 very soon. Which makes me...well a little older.
I met a woman the other day who had just met Michael and she said she loved him. Everyone who meets Michael just LOVES him. Why is that? His quick wit? No. His mad dancing skills. Not likely. His unexplained, deep and passionate love for ketchup? I don't think that's it either.
I have a theory. But you probably all have theories too. I thought that in honor of this upcoming momentous occassion, we might explore that as people these days explore topics of interest - publicly and on the internet.
Don't get me wrong....I don't expect this to be a love fest for goodness sakes! I'm sure that most of our musings will start off with some nice sentimental thought but will quickly transform into a memory along these lines - Michael lying on the floor fast asleep after eating a holiday meal while his sisters gently place as many napkin rings as possible (in the shapes of animals) all over his body.
I have a theory. What's yours?
I met a woman the other day who had just met Michael and she said she loved him. Everyone who meets Michael just LOVES him. Why is that? His quick wit? No. His mad dancing skills. Not likely. His unexplained, deep and passionate love for ketchup? I don't think that's it either.
I have a theory. But you probably all have theories too. I thought that in honor of this upcoming momentous occassion, we might explore that as people these days explore topics of interest - publicly and on the internet.
Don't get me wrong....I don't expect this to be a love fest for goodness sakes! I'm sure that most of our musings will start off with some nice sentimental thought but will quickly transform into a memory along these lines - Michael lying on the floor fast asleep after eating a holiday meal while his sisters gently place as many napkin rings as possible (in the shapes of animals) all over his body.
I have a theory. What's yours?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
