the pieces of my life

Today’s the Tweedle Twirp’s birthday! I wanted to phone her and wish her a happy birthday, but I’m not allowed to call her apartment for five and a half hours. Although Adam pointed out that maybe I could call her because chances are good that she’s still up from last night. Maybe she’ll soon no longer be the last of the August birthdays in our family. And she certainly soon won’t be the Brown who’s up the latest at night. (But she’ll certainly always be The Littlest Brown. Because if Brown Brown is her size, we’re going to put him on growth hormones.)