Every year, there is a two month and one week period in which I bask in the glory of being only one year younger than my older brother, Tom, rather than the usual two years. He’s always been much cooler than me, so you can understand, right? Well, today this glory ends until next year. He’s 28 today. Which is weird. And he just moved to Long Beach, California…solidifying his coolness further.

Tom playing with his wasteband and me holding a rock. Foreshadowing our future interests in nearby objects.

Tom, you are old. And if I were in California, I’d buy you the cupcake you see here. Dear reader, please find Tom on Facebook and wish him a super duper happy amazing best-ever birthday.